The Morning I Caught Myself Arguing with the Sky
One morning, I went out early for my usual bicycle ride. I had travelled about three kilometres from home when rain suddenly began falling. Before long, I was completely soaked. I felt annoyed with the sky. I had expected an ordinary morning of exercise, and now the weather had interrupted it. Already wet, I continued riding. A little later, something about my own reaction struck me as funny: I was angry with the sky, as though it had behaved badly toward me. What could my anger possibly accomplish? I could complain for the rest of the morning, but the rain would not stop because I disliked it. As I recognized this, my resentment began to soften. Another question appeared: if I could not stop the rain, could I find something to enjoy in the experience? The rain felt cool against my skin. The ride began to feel memorable rather than ruined. What stayed with me afterward was the moment I almost laughed at myself. I had briefly caught my mind asking the weather to answer for something it ...