Fourth of July in Utah Valley.
First rain(drops) since sometime in May.
Following the first drops, a light, steady rain.
And the scents arising from the sage and grasses and oak brush are powerful and provocative.
I realize, during this shift from harsh, hot light to soft grey-green light, that for a month my interior has been exposed and anxiously arrayed on a brittle surface. Today, after only an hour of rain, those sensibilities have been turned inward again, entering back into the dark interior with the scents penetrating my skin.
