Day 35: Kennacraig to Glasgow

You know the cold by the absence of heat. And darkness by the absence of light. But the rain is something different.

It's how we know the green. Know the life. Know the streams that run with boats on a stem. Know the soles of our shoes kept warm in the mud. Know the rocks that glimmer. Know the air that's deep. Know the clearing away. Know the making new. 

I'll remember you in the rain.