It rained hard last night which was something that hadn’t happen in over three months. The morning air felt fresh and damp which is better than the air before the storm, mucky, smelly, disgusting. As I walked to class, I kept an eye on the gray sky and my autumn-like surroundings, marveled at the orange and red colors of the trees on the mountains. It’s supposed to rain again soon.
Overnight, the school had shut off the fountain and I don’t think it’ll be on again until Spring. Oh well.
I walked down the steps to the pond as my heart fluttered triumphantly. I finally have some new pictures. I checked my watch, 30 minutes until class would begin. Plenty of time. As steady as I could manage, I positioned the camera in my hands. My goal was the reflection in the water and I succeeded.