I’ve decided that I’m religious but not spiritual. — Gregory Wolfe I always feel more religious in the sunshine, especially if it’s not hot and the place is pretty and most people can’t afford to get there or just don’t bother. Morning has broken and all that. And so the rattle of rain on the tarp doesn’t really make me count my blessings, the stray drops beading my borrowed rain pants don’t bring me bliss, the fact of fewer mosquitoes than yesterday does not make my heart leap up. But I know that one day I must learn to give up for good on getting dry, to love the hiss of water meeting water, the gray lake accepting the gray rain, so little between them, our slender place between the great sky and the stones. Hold tight, I tell my heart, here we go.