My friend and walking partner told me that a beautiful mist had settled over Spring Creek. It was evening–nearing 8:00 PM–but my oldest daughter and I ventured out with umbrellas and hats to walk along the creek just as the rain stopped. I wanted to walk along a misty creek just for the enchanted feeling of it.
The creek did not disappoint, even in the rain. I remembered that some gifts only come through rainy seasons. Yes, the rain came, but it also brought the mist. It cooled the humid air so rapidly that water droplets stayed suspended over the creek. The enchanted look of it was a form of something being held in place, still and quiet, until the temperature warmed again.