I planned to make a return to running on Thursday but it was a bit wetter out than I generally like. Friday was a deluge the whole day long, and I’m not exaggerating. It was ridiculously rainy. Like, the kind of rain you see in movies that have the actors soaked through to their skins within moments- that kind of rain. It makes me shiver just thinking about being out in it. It was a bit sobering, realizing that my very near future may very well have a whole lot of those kinds of days. Seattle. That’s one of the reasons I love living so close to St. Edward Park. The tree canopy is thick enough that even in some pretty intense rain you can find refuge, usually a fine mist and big drips make their way to us, but not much more. After this long, dry summer, however, today, the morning after the deluge of yesterday, the park looked washed fresh. We were some of the first of the day and there weren’t many footprints treading their way through the trails just yet. We could see the patterns of rivulets that made their ways to the lake en masse, sweeping the summer’s dust and detritus with it. There weren’t many puddles, at all, as the thirsty earth seemed to absorb the rainfall. The birds were singing, chipmunks chirping, deer wandering- it was a gorgeous little trail run today.