The rage of oral surgery….and the peace of a gentle rain.

Another fun day. Right. At Penn Dental: upcoming gum flap surgery. will cut across gum in froint bottom of my mouth, puullllllll the gum back, fix what’s wrong — hopefully, and then sew me back up. Well, it should at least hurt less than when they took the skin grafts from the roof of my mouth.
After driving back, half blind, in the rainstorm, stopped at Frances Socum where I got this moody little shot of fog and the rain.fog

And a raindrop on a hawthorne berry.rain

Rain on a bare bough.

“I always wonder about raindrops.

I wonder about how they’re always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. It’s like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn’t seem to care where the contents fall, doesn’t seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors.

I am a raindrop.”

― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Mebare

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Author: luzerne2112

As I get older -- and I'm 70 now -- I seem to find more and more that nature is the true source of peace, inspiration and, most of all, the truth the passeth understanding. Though my knowledge is sketchy and superficial, I wanted to share it while I can.

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