After the Rains

A tranquil silence hovers over the arroyo canyons after the winter rains. Dewdrops sparkle like liquid fireflies delicately shimmering in the morning light. I walk through drenched paths enveloped by cool, musty smells and revel in the stark serenity. Tufts of verdant green grass peak up around moss speckled mosaic rocks and branches. Traversing through leafless trees I see hints of wildflowers shyly showing off their bright colors. I hear cheery twitters of finches and sparrows and soothing sounds of a gurgling creek trickling over slippery river rocks. Thin, colorless clouds streak across the distant gray blue sky a few dead trees stand in contrast to the muted background of winter’s faded pallet. Oh, to marvel in nature’s glory a daily treasure, often overlooked yet a joy to those who discover it anew. Written on 2/1/2019