:Weather:

I love the way that weather blows into the valley. 

I often find myself wondering what it would have been like here before the city...to just lay along the banks of the creek and stare at the sky, feeling the breeze tickle your face and watching the clouds boil in over the mountains.

That's what they do, you know, if you sit and watch them for long enough. They tumble over themselves, roiling and rushing to get to wherever it is that they are ultimately headed. But we don't notice it down here... Not to often anyway.

We're moving too fast for that.

Much faster than the clouds, with their rollicking, frisky play. Too fast to notice such things...

To watch a thunderstorm attack a mountain, laying everything out in an attempt to conquer, while you bask in the sunshine, drinking in the show.

To watch the sun stubbornly break through

.every.

.little.

.crack.

In the clouds, demanding its light be seen.

And these things happen because they CAN happen. Because they were made to happen.

The clouds were MADE to skip over the hills like calves in the spring. The sunshine was DESIGNED to peek-a-boo through the bounding clouds in order to shine as brightly as it can...fingers desperately trying to peel back the gray for long enough to peek it's gorgeous face through...these things happen because they were MADE to happen.

And somehow, in our busyness, we've become above all that. To crazed for our own good, to hectic to know if we care...

To BUSY to do what we were MADE to do.

Which today, I'm convinced,

...is to sit and watch the clouds boil in over the mountains, while the sunshine peers through, smiling down on this incredible place...to just...

.sit.

.and.

.be.

.still.