A few days ago I found myself caught in a unseasonably warm September rain while on a bike ride, and
A few days ago I found myself caught in a unseasonably warm September rain while on a bike ride, and as storms so often do what started as a drizzle turned quickly into a downpour. I usually don’t ride my bike in the rain (I am a baby) but I was already out there and soldiered on. Rolling past 100th street on the west side the sun started rising across the park and through the blinding, pouring rain that sunrise laid an eerie golden light over everything. The scene is begging for an analogy about storms and sunrises and hard things leading to light, but I’ll spare you all of that and say that at 7AM I saw the sunrise in the middle of a storm in the center of the world and I didn’t take a picture because honestly, you had to be there. -- source link