Every single pair of shoes I brought with was at one time in the last week left to dry on the mat by the door. I grew to be annoyed, rather than soothed, by the sound of rain hitting the rooftops and pavement. It honestly pisses rain constantly.
It let up for an hour one day, and I frantically pulled on my still-drying-from-the-wash running clothes and ran out the door before my window of opportunity was once again splattered with large raindrops. The patches of sunlight in the park nearly blinded me.
Sunshine greeted me in Seattle, of all places, and my soul was renewed.
Alas, apparently the weather in Van was sun-drenched today. That figures. At least there’s hope that the rain does give the sun a chance. That’s all I’ll need. A little ray of hope every now and then. And a few coping strategies, in the form of a gym membership, good coffee, good tunes, a warm fuzzy blanket with which to curl up on the couch, a soft scarf, and a really, really big umbrella.
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Amen. (Matt)