Yoreh

It rained for the first time, all day and all night. Peeling steadily through the layers of arid earth, the raindrops activated and supercharged with fresh water, permeated by the intoxicating scent of new rain. It was so pure and fresh, new and familiar that I could not sleep all night, waking up every hour or so to the changing scent, releasing nuanced versions of petrichor into the air, crawling into my bedroom window like trails of smoke from a Japanese incense clock.

The thought that went through my mind: maybe, just maybe, it was worth all the suffering of summer to arrive at that special day and experience this outburst of watery blessing.

Looking forward to a few months break from the heat, dust and constant race against the harsh sun clock... Being able to exercise without my head exploding, walking outdoors any time I wish, and hanging out with this creature, who is the epitome of Hygge (don't you agree?).