Day 70 - Rainbow
“I’m going for a walk,” I told my mom. “I won’t be late.”
Just an hour-long walk down a quiet country road. Nothing extravagant for this, my first walk since the quarantine began.
Earphones in place, podcast chosen, blue sky, late afternoon. A few “good afternoons” at people that cycled or walked past. Determined steps, fresh air, needed exercise.
Suddenly, dark clouds moving in from both the east and west. Behind me, a cloud of rain rolling down the guesthouse’s mountain.
A rush back home, dripping wet. As I step past the gate, a luminous rainbow opens up above us.
Just an hour-long walk down a quiet country road. Nothing extravagant for this, my first walk since the quarantine began.
Earphones in place, podcast chosen, blue sky, late afternoon. A few “good afternoons” at people that cycled or walked past. Determined steps, fresh air, needed exercise.
Suddenly, dark clouds moving in from both the east and west. Behind me, a cloud of rain rolling down the guesthouse’s mountain.
A rush back home, dripping wet. As I step past the gate, a luminous rainbow opens up above us.