Wet

It's been raining a lot.

B and I drove past our old place in Bridle Path Road last night and couldn't help but notice the stream of water flowing out the driveway. We went for an explore and found a blimming river jetting out the retaining wall by the back path and flowing under the house.

Less than ideal: just as well we don't own it anymore.

A thin, rippling sheet of water flowed over the drive carrying away bits of rock and bark with it. Bubbles scampered down in the flow and gathered like frog's eggs.