Rain. Funny how it can change everything, especially in a mountain environment where summer forest fires have become a regular occurrence. A few nights ago, everyone in town was awakened in the early morning by a tremendous thunderstorm. Double-forked lightning. Thunder that rattled the red walls of the valley and shook the foundations. Wonderful. As the sun was rising, the birds were unable to contain themselves. They chattered so happily, I had to smile. The trees are all in bloom and the river is running clear. Springtime in the Rockies, and I'm here. A very fortunate woman.