noah’s ark rain all afternoon (5 inches! six points closed! water midway up the desks in the newsroom!!!) so i gave up. took the afternoon to feel sorry for myself. mo came home and we went to the artist joint and hung out with cool artist jimmy. terry gross, emerson lake and palmer, cupcakes in oil. came home. put on my shoes and went out the door at 10 p.m. around the neighborhood. dark. really dark. cursing the Strict Headlamps Only During The Day rule. shoes soaked in puddles. and then.
coming down the little church alley stretch, the frogs were in full concert mode. incredible. pitch black (that’s video above), water up to my ankles and a cheer squad that would put the women of wellesley to shame. pure magic. i guess you never know. you get all caught up in the thunderstorms in your life, but deep down you have to believe they won’t last forever. if you take the time to look, there’s always something special down the road. you just have to take the first step. 3.1 miles (13:14). everything will be ok.