It was pouring yesterday morning when I woke up.
I had worked the day before leaving much too early to be able to run so I really needed some exercise.
Rather than running clothes, I donned my ripped jeans, gray hoodie and Hunter rain boots that make me look like Teddy Roosevelt charging up San Juan Hill venturing out to walk.
My neighbor Polly, who was paying for her breakfast order as I was leaving, told me I was nuts for going out in this rain. “Someone’s gonna murder you Susannah,” she said, chomping on a strip of bacon.
“Thanks Polly, I’ll keep that in mind while I’m out, and how bout a plate to go with that?”
Before heading to the park I popped into The Corner Cafe for coffee where I saw Colleen, an Irish woman I see there every day, who was bitching about the rain.
“But Colleen, doesn’t it remind you of Ireland?” I said, attempting to dispel her despair.
“Actually yes,” she said frowning even more. “It’s awful there too.”
I laughed, not being able to help myself since I felt just the opposite. When it rains Central Park positively glistens. All its colors come out to greet you as though it just got a fresh coat of paint.
It got me thinking.
I never let weather get in my way, same as all the critters who live within its borders. The birds and squirrels were all out doing what they always do along with a raccoon I saw, casually eating an apple. It’s awe-inspiring how nature isn’t afraid of itself; life resumes regardless of what’s falling from the heavens.
It dawned on me I’m like that too. I stay my course no matter what and realize I get it from my mother. She got up at 5 o’clock every day, “with the birds,” she always said, and despite what was going on good or bad in her life never strayed from her morning routine.
DNA certainly shows up in more than chromosomes since genetic info can be collected merely by observing ones actions.
I found myself in the throes of gratitude feeling privileged to be in the park without a care in the world, a feeling I wish one could bottle.
It’s uncanny how I never feel alone there. Nature is a powerful presence if you kindly allow her in. I had so much company including just the right amount of runners whirling by to insure my safety…
which brings me back to my optimistic neighbor…
“I mean it Susannah, how can you go out in this awful weather?” asked Polly like a dog with a bone.
“It’s just the kinda girl I am I guess,” I said, disappearing down the stairwell leaving her disapproval behind.