I just stood in a rainstorm, wearing my bathrobe and clogs, staring up at the night sky and down at the four inches of snow on the ground, getting dripped on and grinning like a madwoman. I’m remembering rainstorms past, dancing in the rain. I’m remembering water drops hitting my skin after a sweat lodge.

It’s crazy to have weather like this right now. And I don’t care, because I love it.

I was just realizing that I have two people to thank for my joyful disposition. My mother for giving me the desire, the craving for it, and ananadabrat, for teaching me how.