For the third time this week, the skies have opened and served up monsoon-style rains.
We are used to slow and constant drizzles, overcast mists, even constant raindrops.
But the prodigious sound of the monsoon is rare.
I am beginning to believe that the rains are here to announce the arrival of Lars and Anne, who have been studying in Calgary since January.
They will be here for my birthday.
They will also be a week before the anniversary of one of the more difficult events of my life.
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The sun is out now. The rain just stopped.
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I'm feeling tired and discouraged as I write this. My heart is broken in several pieces: one part of me is celebrating, another is weeping, and another is trying very hard just to get some sleep.
