Easter

Red, Rain.

There is something therapeutic about driving in the wet. I like watching the droplets on the window when the car is stationary; watching the little droplets cling tightly to the glass, bracing themselves for the next acceleration. Start, stop, start, stop. Over and over again until they completely disappear; swept away. Easter is a time for new beginnings which also means the start of an end. I told someone today that new beginnings are always preceded by anxious anticipation. How true.