squishy

I spent most of the afternoon after the soggy morning at my desk working on correspondence and handling calls over email and phone, while an electric fan dried off my shoes and socks. It took a few hours to get them dry. I enjoyed them for a good 10 minutes of lovely dry socks, the time to put them on, lace up the shoes, gather my belongings, make my way downstairs and onto the sidewalk, where perhaps if I had checked the weather, was exactly where the yellow spots on the dopplar radar were located, the corner outside my office building.

A stream of water fell from the brim of my hat, the black road looked like it was bubbling with the constant splashes of drops. By the time I got to the next corner, my shoes had once again become sponges. Sigh. At the moment, the rain came down even harder in large globs. And I did what one can only do in this kind of moment, let out an exhilirating yelp. The cold shower in the morning yelp, the jump into the deep end of the pool yelp, a mix of exhiliration, chills, and you're-going-to-have-to-do-it-sooner-or-later-might-as-well-do-it-now yelp. I could feel a large smile across my face as I conceded my dry feet to the rainy weather. There's something enjoyable about letting go of the struggle, there was no way to best mother nature today.

I wiggled my toes in the cold squishiness of the shoes, my sweatpants clinging to my calves like a wetsuit. And I thought, I need to go find a REALLY BIG puddle! In the moment of letting go, I found a way to live it up. It's not as if my shoes could get any wetter than they already were. My jacket was still keeping my body warm. It's been a very long time since I've enjoyed walking through the rain as much as I have today.

I walked into my mechanic's garage and took off my hat. "Got some great weather today!" I said. "oh, we could have picked you up." he replied. Then I looked at him, and thought to myself, "and miss out on all this fun?". "No," I answered, "it's ok. Walking is good for me."