I had frowningly watching the afternoon’s gathering storm clouds from the safety of a warm office on Tuesday, anxiously exclaiming to colleagues that I did not want to get caught in a downpour, particularly as I was just recovering from a raw, sore throat. As soon as I stepped out into the energising, storm-taut air, I realised my perspective had been skewed by comforting warmth and protective glass.
I smiled.
As I approached my bicycle the first drops began to fall – heavy, intermittent, and full of the promise of more soul-quenching, healing rain to come.
My smile widened. Continue reading
