I have been on many pleasant walks. So many, in fact, that I was resolved at the beginning of fall to take more walks.
Two Sundays ago, Abe & I took a mid-afternoon stroll around the neighborhood. I was fascinated with taking pictures of the beautiful scenery.
Abe was talking on the phone with his father.
Meanwhile, the sky looked like this.
We decided we'd better return before the clouds got angrier. The sprinkles started as we were walking down a dirt path back home. Abe was still talking to his dad.
The sprinkles got heavier. We started to jog. Abe was still on the phone ("Uh huh. ... Yeah, that sounds good, dad. ... Sure. ...").
Now it was pouring. And I had taken a wrong turn on the path so we were headed back the long way. Abe was still on the phone, but managed a graceful exit ("Actually, we're running through a rain storm right now - can I call you back in a minute?").
Did I mention that I was in a skirt and sandals this whole time?
The photo doesn't do our sopping selves justice.