Tuesday, September 2, 2014


        The first moment I notice a spot of rain on my head, I go into denial. I don't do well with interruptions when I have set aside just so much time for an activity. My walk must get finished before the storm makes its way into the weather pattern for the late afternoon. I ignore the more frequent droplets landing randomly on my t-shirt;  instead, I play a mind game permitting the cooling mist to become a pleasurable sensation adding a new dimension to my sometimes mundane routine. I wonder why two of my neighbors drive right by me and wave without stopping to check if I want a ride? Perhaps, they know that I am tenacious.