Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head

Last weekend I took a gamble.  The weather in Chicago was less than ideal, and had been all day.  Still I left my apartment in the midst of packing up, with no umbrella yet the knowledge I would not be back for at least an hour and a half.  Pressing my luck even more, I made that one last stop to Best Buy just so I could round out my "To Do" list of the day.  Well needless to say things did not work out well.  I found myself facing an urban monsoon, left only to calculate my next move by standing under ample overhang at the ground level of the Hancock Building.  Maybe such a predicament would not phase most.  However, I happen to be quite the baby when it comes to rain.  Besides the adverse affects it has to my already terrible driving skills, it leaves unwelcome waves in my locks, and well, I just much rather prefer to be dry.

The thing is though, sometimes you are faced with few options.  It's usually the case that you may just have to go with the one you would least choose under normal circumstances.  On this particular Sunday, if I wanted to make it home at a reasonable hour, I was going to have to make a dash for it.  In the rain.  So that's just what I did.  And I have to tell you, it was quite...refreshing.  

It's not often that you get the chance to see your neighborhood through a sheet of water and a few quick blinks.  If you ever do come by it though, you notice how easily things can change.  Not necessarily in a bad way.  Just in that same kind of way you can.  In a simple and somewhat elegant manner.  Minutes before sprinting past a warmly lit and freshly crowded Starbucks, I was dreading taking that first leap into the streets.  Once I hit the pavement in front of the always beautiful Sofitel though I was laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.  It was comforting to know that I could find enjoyment in unfavorable conditions.  In fact, I would actually admit that I had fun, even if only for the three minutes it took.  Perhaps such a carefree attitude will come find me again when I drop off my water-stained Kate Spade purse at the leather doctor.

1 comment:

  1. Hahaha...I love that you looked on the other side of that predicament!! And found you enjoyed it!! (minus the Kate Spade debacle, that is) :))