On The Study of: Time

Sun break through the rain in the Old Port.

Some of my thoughts as I saw the sun shine through the rain pour on Portland, Maine.

Growing up in a region where the weather was relatively stable, a change in temperature of just three degrees Fahrenheit would make the news. However, after moving to New England, I realized how integral the weather is to my daily routine. It's the first thing I check in the morning, and it determines everything from what I wear to whether I need to turn on the air conditioning or heating. Being from California, I was used to wearing sandals and rarely having to wear socks or closed-toe shoes, but now I have to consider my footwear based on the weather and that’s just the beginning of all the other decisions of the day. Will I have to reschedule a photography session? Do I need to clothes windows before the rain comes in?

Despite the challenges that come with constantly changing weather, I have come to appreciate and even love the New England rain. Coming from a typically parched part of California, every time it rains in Maine, I feel a sense of excitement and gratitude. I see it as a sign that the heavens haven't given up on us and that our blooms and fruit orchards might soon get a much-needed drink. Whenever it rains, I look up to the sky and hope that some of it will make its way to California.