I awoke to the rain softly tapping at the windows and the rooftop. The day was grey,and I just wanted to roll over sleep all day. When I took off, wearing my trusty cap and waterproof jacket, I was still tired. But once I got to the river, heard it rushing, breathed in the fresh, wet the air, smelled the lilacs blooming from afar, saw the world green and lush--even in that grey light and steady rain, I couldn't help but catch the spirit of the day. I had the rainy trail down to the lake by myself. I recalled May 1st as Cath and I ran down the jetti in the rain, and pretended we lived in Seattle, and that Utah Lake was the Puget Sound. On the way back, there were about 40 kids on the trail. After passing the whole group, which took about a quarter mile, I realized there were about 6 boys still running behind me--chasing/trying to keep up with me. So looked at them, smiled, and turned it on --they kept up for a few seconds and then dropped out one by one after less than 200 feet. Take that you 6th grade boys! That's what you get for calling me "Lucille Balls" in 1979. | 