Rain taps out a slow but steady Morse code on the car roof. Soft thunder rumbles in the distance. Some songbirds sing as they take one of their first baths of the season, and somewhere nearby a woodpecker is banging away at the side of a tree. Next to me, Fox the corgi breathes a little heavier and chuffs at a car that has pulled into the mostly empty lot.
I really want to hike.
It’s been a few weeks since the hound and I have been out in the woods. Today seemed like the perfect day — sunny and 70s. Spring started yesterday. We both have a lingering tiredness from our recent road trip and are due for a good long stretch out in the woods.
The rain isn’t letting up but it’s still slow and steady. It’s a gentle Spring shower, the kind that prepares everything for growth. There’s been more than enough green in this region to carry me through the winter, but I’m ready for more. If you know where to look, you’ll see it. Moss resides in the nooks and crannies of dead trees and old growth. Rhododendron and evergreen plants are reminders that the world does not always consist of mute tones of winter and fall.
The air is heavy with the smell of window screens, something I’ve always associated the smell of rain with since I was a really little kid. Several minutes pass, as does the spring shower. The air is a bit cooler, but it’s still fresh as ever. The sun is spilling out of the heavy clouds. It might rain again, but it might not.
I think it’s safe to venture out for a little hike.