I was woken by the sound of rain during the night, and this morning dawned gray and dreary. M had on the local news and the weatherman promised clear skies by midday, but I didn’t believe him. On a rainy morning it is impossible to believe in sunny afternoons; they are too opposite.

The weather is thankfully immune to my faith in it and this afternoon was blue sky and leafy shadows.

As I’m typing I can hear the imam’s call to prayer from the mosque up the hill. This morning, as I made the bed, I heard church bells. Not opposites, despite how it might seem these days.

2 Responses to “opposites”

  1. Julia Says:

    In you picture I see…light and shade sitting so well together….dependent on each other for their own existence.I’m going to try and remember it on the dark mornings.Thanks!

  2. Ellen Says:

    The fleeting-quick silver relationship here between the appearance of a thing like rain, or the imam’s call, or the church bells sounding and the added-on meaning we give the thing… wow! Thank you for expressing your experience of that with such tangible richness!

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