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.
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.
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.
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.