Today I wore my long, vintage, wool ochre coat (the color of rich curry and 70's elegance), so long it almost reaches the ground.  I felt fabulous and warm, but yet light and fluid.

Everywhere I went today I was met with the busy chugging of trains passing through, both distant and afar.  Traveling back and forth like clockwork.

There was soft worship music all around - the grocery store, the coffee shop, the thrift store.  Here, people are trying to live in and share His love daily, it seems, with something so simple as a background hum that might catch someone's ear at the right moment, or a Wifi password, 'comeasyouare.'

And the rain.  Brief but heavy, sustaining everything in the Valley, washing away the dust.