Here it is, Sunday, September 29th. I’ve been looking forward to it eagerly since I decided to participate in the World Wide WP 5k . I’m actually excited about this – and I woke this morning eager to drop my camera into my pocket and be on my way… only…
Autumn in Oregon
It’s raining! It’s raining rather a lot and pretty hard most of the day, off and on.. I watched the rain spatter the windows this morning, while I sipped my coffee. I splashed puddles on my way to work, momentarily forgetting dignity or consequences, reveling in the sheer joy of weather, and wonder, and fun. I am undeterred by a handful of rain drops. 😀 I’m nearing the starting line, too. Once my work day ends (around 5 pm), I’ll double-check my camera (fully charged this morning), and be on my way.
I am getting a late start, but I haven’t changed my mind. So, here’s the route I’m taking, a well-lit, well-paved, orderly 3.2 suburban miles along the edge of light industry; a ‘walking meditation’ contemplating the connections between where I work, and where I live, and exploring change (it’s not a common route for me to take, and there’s a lot going on):
3.2 miles
See you on the other side…
…I so wasn’t kidding about that. 😀 It’s later now, and I’m warm and dry and waiting for a pizza delivery, listening to ‘house music’ and relaxing while Autumn’s furor continues to rage outside. It didn’t just rain… it rained with a drenching ferocity that dares me to use some trite worn metaphor. lol.
It began simply enough, with a first step.
More damp than daunting. lol
I took some more steps after that, and I got in some pictures when I could, concerned with getting my little camera wet, initially…
Debris strewn sidewalks challenge my balance.
I stopped worrying so much about the rain on my camera, when it became clear that I needed to attend to the fallen branches promising a serious misstep to the inattentive – there’s a metaphor in there, I’m sure of it.
Soon, wet feet were a much bigger deal than wet weather!
I learned the value of dry socks in the Army. I even keep an extra pair in my desk at work. My feet were soaked within a few minutes of starting out, when I carelessly misjudged my effort to step over a puddle crossing a street, and I spent much of the rest of the walk thinking about getting home to a hot shower and clean dry socks.
So many puddles!
There’s a lot to be said for being out in nasty weather, cold, wet to the skin, and uncomfortable, for really putting hot running water, clean dry clothes, and a pizza-on-the-way high on my list of things to be happy about.
A suburban wilderness along the way.
So many quiet hidden places to see, flashes of something other than industry and residence, between expanses of hedge, or wall, or fence. The rain came down so hard for much of the walk that it was impractical to take some of the pictures I’d have enjoyed sharing with you.
Closer to home, I head around a rainy bend.
As I neared the end of the walk, my pace quickened, and the rain came down harder, and the wind blew my hood down.
Autumn leaves, and wind-tossed trees nearing the finish.
I didn’t care at all. Hood down, head up; I walked on – and possibly with a huge grin, because my face hurts like I have been smiling all day. This. Was. Fun. So much fun. The rain didn’t matter. Whether or not I took pictures didn’t really make a difference in the grander scheme of things. I did this, because I can now – it was a very good experience. That matters. 😀
