It’s been really rainy lately. The rivers are brown, the waterfalls are brown, the ocean is brown. You know.. from all that runoff from the rain. I usually don’t mind the rain all that much. I typically like a really good downpour. Except I somehow got stuck in town for several days with no wardrobe. In the rain. Not even a pair of rain boots. Luckily I found a pair of my dads old work jeans in the truck and threw them on over my bikini. Bingo. It’s the kind of jeans all those denim companies try to emulate. Worn, stained, ripped up. People pay big bucks for that. Heck.. I pay big bucks for that. But these particular pair of Lee Jeans were worn over the years by my dad. Every stain, every tatter, every rip. All from him working outside. And so they are kind of special. Now I’m thinking I’ll keep them.
But after a surf [I boogied] we took the old road back and had a look at the raging waterfall. It was pretty incredible to see. There is all this beauty around us that is so much more pronounced to me now. And so much more real. Growing up I probably thought that brown waterfall was disgusting. Now I find it so beautiful and powerful. Funny how perspectives change over the years. I even remember thinking my dads old, worn out jeans were embarrassing. I stand corrected. My dad was hipster before it was even hipster.
River running high.