Skies

"Look at the weather," I told myself. "It's beautiful. Put on your shoes and go running."

The moment I left line of sight of the building, the rain started, and I burst out laughing on the spot. When the rain grew, I wheeled back for my jacket. I didn't bother taking it on my way out, thinking that the skies wouldn't dare open on me today, but I love when I am proven wrong. Who am I to think otherwise?

19 March 2014 19:26