I walked into sunshine this morning and hung the porch carpet, heavy with raindrops on the old porch rail. Drips immediately clustered and fell by the hundreds, releasing the carpet from the prison of their weightiness.
I stood and watched, and wondered, “How can I do the same? How can I drape myself so the drops of days, and weeks, and years run out instead of collecting into heavy, soggy pools?”
After all, carpets (as well as lives) that are most used and loved are never the ones that continually collect and hold onto the wet.