Here comes the rain againIt's been gray and rainy for the entire three days since I got back home. I missed the worst of it by a day (what with having returned home on the Thursday immediately after the referenced Wednesday below), to wit:
Raining in my head like a tragedy
Tearing me apart like a new emotion
I want to breathe in the open wind
I want to kiss like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you
According to Accuweather.com Senior Meteorologist Mike Pigott, radar estimates showed that Roosevelt County received up to 4 inches of rain as of Wednesday afternoon as the showers continued.“We have a lot of tropical moisture flowing into the region,” Pigott said. “There’s pressure from the Gulf of Mexico and the winds bring it into New Mexico. There’s very warm and humid air flowing into the region.”
This has been a strange and different summer here on The High Plains o' New Mexico. I haven't ever seen a summer like this in my 11 years here in P-Ville and by that I mean it's been an inordinately wet summer with more rainfall than I've seen here, ever. That's all well and good and we have no problem with that at all. Rain is good and this summer's rainfall has gone a long, long way to mitigating the drought that has plagued us over the last few years. Still and even, we're missing the brilliant blue, clear, and cloudless skies that we are accustomed to. The pervasive grayness is affecting our mood, as well. Over the past few days I've found myself wanting to "breathe in the open wind" like we did during the past three weeks.
Which brings us to this point: we're having some difficulty returning to our life as a self-imposed exile (in Portales!). Our last three weeks have been chock-full of stimuli... an avalanche of new experiences, new places, new roads, new restaurants, new beer, yadda, yadda, yadda. Not to mention the fact that we've been wrapped in the warm embrace of family and friends during that time, with all the good conversation and closeness therein. So, here we are, back in our solitary life in a place that... for all its charms... is decidedly lacking in "new and different." We're NOT burning in well at this point, which is to say I have this feeling that I should be doing SOMETHING besides "just being" and that's a weird and strange experience for me.
I'm wonderin' if my feelings are just a passin' sort of thing or if they're gonna be permanent. I mentioned at some point during the past three weeks... tongue in cheek... that I might do that "sell everything I own, Part III" thing and move into one of the kids' guest rooms. I'm beginning to think that's more of an option than I first thought. OTOH... this, too, shall pass. Mebbe.