So, Freecycle is a place where you can post your unwanted items and have someone else pick it up. For free. You know the old adage “one man’s junk is another man’s treasure”? This is definitely the case here. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve gotten some really cool stuff off of Freecycle.
Just today we drove up to the Mt. Spokane area just to pick up an antique wood incubator. It was about a 45 minute drive. But I loved every second of it. Joe and I have always loved to get in the car and just drive. So to drive 45 minutes just to pick up an incubator that doesn’t even work, for some might be ridiculous, but for us….pure enjoyment.
After we picked up the incubator and a few other items that we thought would be useful/fun for the kids, we headed up the mountain. The rain and fog added a mysterious element to it. Once you got up the mountain, you could only see a few feet out and then it was all fog. What was out there? Did some wizard cast a mysterious spell on the land? Did the dragon come out to play that day? Fog is wonderful. I remember riding the bus to school on foggy days in Maine, you literally drive in and out of the fog. It is so thick, like the fog you see in the movies. I would pretend, each time we entered the thicker portions of the fog, that it was a portal to a new world and when the fog broke apart again we had entered an enchanted land.
Last night, a thunderstorm blew in suddenly. I opened the kids’ windows and sat with each of them for a few minutes and listened to the pounding of the rain on the roof and the ground, smelling that smell that only comes with a thunderstorm. When we lived in the Seattle area, I missed the ability to love the rain and I missed thunderstorms. I have always loved the rain, but hated it over there. And I hated it because it rained all the time and I hated it because it made me hate it. It was always cold and damp and seeped into everything. Moving to Spokane has given me my love for the rain back again. Because it’s not all the same dreary, dark, dank, seeping, cold rain. Sometimes it is light, like a whisper. Sometimes it is loud and booming. Sometimes it is quiet and soft. Sometimes it rains for days on end. Sometimes it rains for a few minutes and the sun comes out and the birds sing again.
Rain and fog. Fantasy and reality mixing and mingling, dancing on the imagination, bringing together two worlds.