Rainy Monochrome Melancholy to Come?

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We’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to spend a whole day inside watching it rain. Hurricane Faye brought us such a day of umbrellas, wet boots, and wiper blades. We have more coming, if not from Hanna, then Ike and the Wet Ones yet to pop up in the Atlantic. The southeast has needed a string of atmospheric watering cans–a phenomenon we entirely missed last year and the one before that, far as I recall.

The melancholy that comes with the blowing mist and monochrome dreariness of a summer rain is oddly pleasant in small doses. We could have enough ahead to make it a chronic condition which we should suffer gladly, but probably won’t. So consider this preemptive whining about the drizzly days (hopefully) to come.

Abandoned home place and lazy cows, click for larger image.  I got wet taking this one.


About fred

Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

6 comments:

  1. Beautiful, makes me homesick for SW Virginia. Here in Colorado I long for days like this. Believe you me, when it’s always sunny you get sick of it.

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