Hurricane Hanna

Well, the remnants of a tropical storm dropped the last of its rain on Vermont over the night. It amazes me that drops of water can be carried for so long, over so much land, over so many people's heads. the water that fell on our mountain may have come from off the coast of Africa, or from the tropics, or just from down the street. It all mixed together to shower us all.
I miss teaching the meteorology unit to fifth graders. watching their faces as i explain that all water is recycled. we drink the same water dinosaurs slurped down, the same water that fell as snow on the alps at their creation, the same water that our ancestors swam in. it sustains our lives as it has so many lives before ours.
We listen to the trickle of the brook (mountain runoff) as we drift to sleep at night, and i can't help but wonder where those drops have been.