Growing in the Rain

Wet start to today - it was pouring so hard by the time I got on the road. Then the sky opened up and gave me everything it had. My helmet visor was impossibly wet and my vision of the dying rush-hour traffic was reduced to blurry glimpses between the squiggles and runs of water streaming down my face shield.

Even so, I felt a growing sense of comfort in this chaotic moving mass of wet metal and rubber and steam. Strange as it sounds, it felt a little like home.

And when I got to my morning coffeeshop destination today, I was actually a bit sad the ride was over. I overheard the coffeeshop girl, it's supposed to rain the rest of the day - guess I'll get my chance to ride the rain soaked streets again shortly.

But, for now, the coffee is hot and fresh and my riding jeans and gloves are saturated, so it's OK to stop for a while.

Riding in the rain is still challenging, but I'm kinda looking forward to moving through it... and to learning and growing from the ride.