RAIN! YAY!

It has rained, it is raining, it will rain. The gods better not be screwing with us; if it snows more after this anything could happen. Rain means Spring; rain means the giant gray humps will go away; rain means goodbye long winter.

This is the time of year when I'd stop on my walk to work to watch the Whetstone at its finest, the way it must have been back in the day when there were mills along it. A double falls at a 75' turn, the first crashes onto the second, which thunders into the canal that passes into the Connecticut River. It's a once a year affair, with ions floating, roaring water, the earth underfoot vibrating and beautiful nature at its wildest.

If you're in town, stop for a few minutes and lose yourself. If you're not in town, you'll have to imagine.

Coffee's good on a morning like this.