Rain in the Canyon — Clementine and Sage

Yesterday, clouds sat heavy to the west. All day they tumbled and spun, pinned back by the foothills and a persistent wind coming up from the southeast - but by evening, that wind shifted. The storm sat still, shrouding distant peaks, but the cool air now spilling in from the northwest carried with it the unmistakable scent of rain in the pines.

I slept through night (the whole night!!) for the first time in forever and, understandably, woke with the need to drive up and up through the canyon.