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Take A Walk In The Rain

Posted on January 01, 2014

Take A Walk In The Rain

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You step outside and the light flecks of rain hit your cheeks, they feel colder than they really are because you've just left the warmth of the fireplace inside.  Surveying your street, you notice you haven't taken a walk in a while.  The grey bitumen looks rough and worn.  Walking along the path, the dappled cloudy shade turns to solid grey, the skies above solidifying to a murky grey blue.

As you pass the neighbour's walled gardens, a moth darts in front of you, landing on the ivy sprawling up the bricks keep the street at bay from the Woolcroft's house.  You stop to watch the moth, admiring a level of detail you have never noticed before and then quickly wonder why you don't do this more often.  A faint thunder rolls across the skies behind you and to the right.  You easily have another twenty minutes before the storm reaches.  A car rolls past and breaks what started to be serenity, and you're dumped out of your daydreaming.  What business did they have driving here anyway?  As your gaze fell on what had always seemed like an everlasting stretch of street, it now beckoned like an escape from your doorstep that lay seven steps back.  Don't turn back for an umbrella, you want to live on the edge.

The heavier air was cooling your lungs and gave you a surprisingly comforting feeling as you kept on walking.  The Baker's, James' and Thompson's driveways lay dormant and gated, and quickly passed you by as this walk to clear your mind had become more of a walk just to walk till the end of time.  Crack.  Lightning landed a few suburbs over, the brief light show emulating the excitement that was now brewing inside you.  Little did you realise but the droplets had gotten heavier and were now drowning the ants crossing your path.  Your thoughts start to focus on the weather rather than the headache-inducing issues you'd stepped out to clear your mind of.  Success.

As you conjured thoughts of being drenched and cold, you got a thrill from the thought.  Closing your eyes, you turn your head up towards the grey, embracing the delight that is being wet when everyone else wants to be dry.  You're a rebel.  Rain dripping from your chin in drops as big as elephant tears, you now knew what amazing feeling a faucet feels as the last bit of water escapes its mouth.  Either the twenty minutes had passed quickly, or you had severely misjudged the speed of Mother Nature's replenishing efforts.  Looking behind you the sun shone through a gap in the clouds, casting rays focussed on a single spot.  The street looked different, but having turned three corners you were actually four blocks from home, wet, and alone.  And it was exactly where you wanted to be.

The trees lining the streets provided some level of shelter as walking home seemed the smarter thing to do despite the enjoyment you were having.  A leaf fell and landed with a thud on your chest, sticking fast.  Peeling it off you held it up and noticed it was orange.  When had Autumn come?  Touching the bark it felt knuckled and old, a respect for what had stood the test of time took hold, as if each tree were an elderly man who'd weathered wars.  You couldn't see a face, but you could definitely feel life.  Time to return home, cold was setting in.

Burying your face in the fluffy Sheridan towel left you engulfed with a feeling of total safety.  Blinking on your computer screen was 5 new emails, the screen seemingly brighter than it usually is.  Sitting in your antique armchair, the studded leather felt familiar and you were back in work mode.  You chose to read the oldest email, as if not following logic might somehow land you in trouble.  It was from Optimising, they had finished your online advertising campaign and it was now live.  The next four emails were orders and seemed somewhat surreal to even be sitting there.  Last month yielded sixteen orders, and you'd just received a quarter of that in the time you were out walking in the rain.  Ringing to thank your new clients as you usually do left you feeling high on the positive contact.  As the clock struck 6pm you decided you'd give yourself an early mark and closed your laptop, wondering what dinner you'd spoil yourself with now you had the time to cook.  As you approached the kitchen you smiled to yourself.  Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.

About the Author

James Richardson

Sales Director

James Richardson started his online career by running online Sports Fan sites (luckily none are still online today), with the pinnacle of the site being a write up in the Sunday Herald Sun 'Wired' column.

His professional career began at a ASX listed company, Melbourne IT, where he held various senior roles across the Sales and Marketing teams, before deciding to venture out on his own.

Running several successful online websites and businesses himself, he is well placed at understanding your business needs.

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