April 16, 2010
It's raining heavy soaking water. The kind that has a mind to soak right through the walls. Everything inside and out is cool and damp. I wish Iceland could get such a rain to wash the volcano ash out of the atmosphere. I heard on the morning radio that the president and first lady of Poland will be buried Sunday with very few world leaders attending their funeral because air travel is impossible in the skies over Europe through the ashy plume. Is there a way to be present without actually being present? The perfect opportunity to send up prayers.