A Walk in the Rain

[thisnewday]

For a while, I was thinking I'd missed my chance for a walk today. Earlier, it was overcast but with breaks in the clouds here and there. That was after I picked up my wife from work and dropped off little Jay and my daughter at school.

After I got home, I decided to have a light breakfast. You know, to fuel the walk and the stretches afterward. So I turned on the TV while I ate and got more involved than I'd intended in The Accidental Tourist, the 1988 film with William Hurt, Kathleen Turner, and Geena Davis.

I flew with them to Paris and of course had to see them to their cab for the flight back home. And when I finally stepped outside for my walk, it was raining.

I thought the movie, like the weather lately, was a bit uneven. The acting was good but I found I was bothered by the overly deliberate pace of it. And I liked the outcome, but how we got there was, uh, discomforting.

I guess that's probably just me, right now. Feeling a bit too old and brittle for that sort of conflict. Even if it's all pretend and completely necessary in order for there to be a story.

Maybe what I need is a story of my own. One that would no doubt seem simplistically romantic to others. But one that I could carry with me, to keep the soul warm, as I walk in the rain...