I open my umbrella and car door simultaneously trying to sheild myself from the dounpour of a sudden and fierce storm. The instant I am no longer shielded by my vehicle, a strong gust of wind turns my umbrella skyward, tearing canopy from ribs. I am instantly as thouroughly soaked as a swimmer emerging from a dive. Slowly and carefully I fold the now useless umbrella. My sundress clings to my form. I feel as exposed as if steppeng from my shower. Smiling, inspite of the undesired circumstances, I begin to walk towards my destination. My head heald high as I walk through the deluge.
Along my path I encounter a forgotten lover, an unwanted admirer, and a friend.
The lover remains forgotten, the admirer acknowledged and politely dismissed, the friend is greeted with warmth and sincerity.
Life is not about the destinations we choose. It is in the steps we take along our path. |