The fall rains have brought back water land. The ditches are flowing again after a long, dry summer. From now until next summer, the sound of rushing water will fill the air. Like many, I find the sound of flowing water comforting. Now, as I bike around, running errands, everywhere I go, I can hear the soothing sounds of water cascading over the rocks.

This isn’t a gushing, mountain stream. This is a ditch alongside a busy, country road.

The next thing to look forward to is the arrival of the swans. They should appear out of the northern sky any day now.

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