It’s a rainy and chilly day here in River City today. As I look out my window, I see drops of water hitting the glass and a grey swath of clouds above in the sky. It’s chilly too, although we have nothing like the cold winter blizzards they are experiencing up north right about now. (My heart goes out to folks trapped in that kind of snow. Please, stay safe.)
As I look at this image, I am reminded that these clouds were from geothermal heat sources up in Iceland, one of the cooler places on earth and yet heated by this kind of underground fire, smoke, and brimstone. Isn’t our planet the most amazing place? We have stuff like this, even though it can be cold outside. The surface boils over. What a planet we share, no?
In more mundane news, I watched most of the Grammy awards last night. There were a few surprises for me. I always love seeing young folks with talent and getting to see the talents of many shine. The music community really cleans up well, too, as many of the younger, tattooed set looks really nice in black tie finery.
Every year I make it a special point to check out some of the winners in the lesser-known categories. Sure, it’s great that my fellow Texan Kelly Clarkson won, she’s a great singer and deserves her gong, but I also try to go out of my way to check out winners in categories like jazz, classical, and other forms of music. The world music categories also never fail to impress me.
More proof, I guess, that, sometimes anyway, when you scratch beneath the surface, you never know what you might find. Just like the geothermal areas in Iceland, you might find many surprises indeed.
Until next time…