Journal Day # 1 : Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . . home. . . soil. . . rain.
Home, soil, rain. These words remind me of where I live in the world. My home smells like earth after the rain. Petrichor. I think everyone in my town loves that smell. You have to love that smell to live in a coastal town where it is foggy 80% of the year with rain about half the time.
Home, soil, rain. Reminds me of my two boys who love to play in mud. One is a little more cautious than the other, he wears all his rain gear, impenetrable to the cool rain. The other is unafraid and would waddle through puddles with no shoes if I let him. They splash and giggle as the light rain ends, exploring the abandoned streets and parks as I walk behind them observing.
They are my home, those two boys. Who despite their differences, love the rain.