It rained in the night, good heavy rain that drummed on the roof. Everything was wet this morning, but the sun shone through puffy little clouds. On my walk to the beach I met an old friend who has been caring for her frail partner. I asked how she was, and learned that her husband had passed away two days ago. We talked for quite a while, in the bushland, under the puffy clouds in the hide and seek sunshine. Birds called around us, waves splashed lazily onto the beach. Life is change.