Rain

Another day of steady rain. The temperature is a pleasant 23C. The frogs are happy, and so am I. When one cannot go anywhere, there is comfort in feeling that one doesn’t want to anyway.

I’ve tested my new poncho on a trip to the ablution block and back. It works, but I could just as happily got wet and changed clothes on my return. Except I must keep my shoulder dry for two days. Soggy wounds don’t heal so well.

So today will be another spent happily curled up in bed with Ursula Le Guin.

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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