Umbrellas

It was a long day at work today, a bit longer than normal.  But that’s OK.

Although Goddess may disagree.

I was winding things up, keeping an eye on the radar.

The watching slowed me down a bit.

Because the storms were coming.

And I had my bicycle commute home.

So by slowing down a bit, I was timing it so that I got caught in the rain.

Because it makes me smile.

That’s one of the benefits of spending a career watching the weather.  Determining that perfect moment to get outside.

Whether it be surfing, skiing or cycling.

Or, in this case, shopping.

Umbrellas

But back to my perfectly timed commute.

I was out the door, about 1km from work when the first drops dripped.

Then a few more splatted.

Followed by a steady patter as I passed through the newly mowed farm fields.

Then the roar as I entered the forest and the skies opened.

Leaves whipping everywhere.

Slowly tapering off until it was just a light drizzle.

Perfect.

I’ll admit – I took a longer way home than normal.

Because I know where the dirt paths are.  The ones that collect the water quickly.

And get a bit muddy.

It is even better this time of year, a month before I typically mount the fenders on the commuter.  Guaranteed to sling that mud up.

So I sought out those dirt paths, much like speeding up and down the coast, looking for that perfect reef exposure to get the best waves.

There you have it.

My confession.

I was a few minutes longer than usual on my later than normal evening commute.

But I hope that my ear to ear grin when I walked in the door made up for it with Goddess.

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