Saturday, September 18, 2021

A Break in the Drought

 It rained the other night.  

Here in a fire-weather parched landscape came a few minutes of rain... creating the rich smell of hot dust meeting raindrops as it turns into damp earth.  There wasn't enough time to rush out to dance in it. but I stuck my head and arms out the window and laughed.

Later that day... my first invitation to design a stage show in what will be two years.


That fertile and heady smell of first rain on dry earth has a name: petrichor.

It's intoxicating.



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