Back to the grindstone

There’s a saying that all good things must come to an end.

And sadly, that’s a saying that especially applies to vacations …

and also when visiting with family and friends.

But, thankfully, it is also a saying that does not apply to the water cycle:
The water cycle just keeps spinning from one season to the next, and then next, and from year to year to year.
Before you know it 10 years have gone by.

That’s how long I’ve been in south Florida.

Looking back, I can’t decide which goes faster: the water cycle or vacations.

In any event, so ends an all-too-brief sojourn through the bucolic countryside of Belgium’s eastern realms.
So yes, vacations eventually erode to their final day, and yes it can be heart breakingly sad (plus triste) to say good bye … until the next time of course (la prochain fois), especially when travel distances and times are so far (and these days also so expensive).
But when it comes to the water cycle you can really throw that saying out the window.
The water cycle — no matter where you are or where you go — is the show that never ends.

Each day, come rain or come shine, the water cycle is there all around us. It’s part mathematical and part mystery, part predictable and part you-never-know-what-you’ll-get-next, sometimes boring, often times exciting, but most of all its 100 percent fun and downright infectious to track.

Whether in Belgium or south Florida, or anywhere else for that matter, tracking the water cycle is as good a way as there is to stay connected to the places that we live and work and try to make sense of.

But let’s also be truthful.
The water cycle is just funner to track in places that get the most rain, such as Belgium — up on the Hautes Fagnes — and during the summers in Florida, when 10 inches per month is a routine occurrence.

The Sonoran Desert’s 10 inches of rain per year seems to pale in comparison.

Unless of course its monsoon season, which is exactly what season it is now, from July to September, when storms sweep up from the south from Sea of Cortez, dry arroyo beds rumble alive with rolling water fed from the foothills above, and riparian river beds fill to their banks with mountain charged groundwater seepage where once was just a trickle.

That’s another great thing about the water cycle:

It’s customed tailored to each place it calls home, whether desert, mountain, river, or swamp.
In any event, it’s good to be back home to the water cycle I know best.
Back to the grindstone!
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