The
promised rain arrived last night and continued through the morning. Jarred out
of sleep with blaring weather alerts, I waited for sunrise before heading to
the park to document the glory of a deluge. The runoff river flowed as designed
with the lake its final destination.
As
my oldest sandals hit a patch of silt, I realized taking pictures there presented
a slip-n-slide adventure. “Don’t do anything stupid,” my son’s frequent admonition
turned me away from seeking a lake view shot. Instead, I recorded the slick
stairs with a mental note, “slippery when wet” and returned home as lightning
broke across the sky and thunder tapped against the car.
Copyright 2025 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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