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I'm procrastinating AND going through old photos AND trying to remember what motivated me to take them. I remember this day clearly. I had lunch in Chinatown with a dear friend and we ended up having dessert--macaroons of course--at BINA. Good times, I tell ya, good times.

It was raining that kind of rain--the kind that gets you wet whether or not you come prepared. It's futile to fight it and it's better that you just sit inside where it's warm and toasty, grab a cup of coffe, and watch the show.

That's just what we did. You know, rain speaks to you. If you have the capacity to listen, you can have a pretty wonderful conversation. On this day, the rain and I talked about peaks and valleys. It told me that the worst was over and tomorrow there would be sunny skies. I took this photo because I believe in before and after.

As a result, I no longer live in the shade--under gray skies. I continue to move into warmth and reach towards the light.