At church this morning, the attendance was 1. Me. Living remotely, I have learned to make the most of what I have, to be creative, and to enjoy solitude.
The radar showed rain coming and fast. Perfect, I love the rain. I grabbed my umbrella and camera and walked down to church.
I sang a special in service, a cappella. The applause of rain hitting the water made me smile.
I smelled the perfume of the attendants, Witch Hazel Blossom.
The sermon was directed strictly for me.
I walked home in the rain.