Rainy Day Magic

Truthfully, I was hoping for a sunny three-day weekend to celebrate the arrival of spring, but as today is the only sunny day, my wish was only one third fulfilled. Saturday was rainy and Sunday was overcast. To some this might have seemed dreary, but our city takes on a unique personality in the rain, and I am always pleasantly greeted with a new and fresh experience.

The streets are still busy, but now seemingly head-less bodies walk along under tiny huts of blue, red, black, green, multi-colored umbrellas only occasionally glancing up to see what puddles await them. For the most part, they pay no mind to the other huts coming from a different direction and as two corners make contact, the umbrellas spin and move on, never missing a beat. Only when a pack of tourists make their way down the avenue does this system fall to pieces. Trying to avoid the other huts along the way, you make out swerving and moving umbrellas and the attempted avoidance of others transforms the avenue into a momentary sea of chaos--the very thing the well-meaning tourists were trying to avoid.

As I sat in my regular spot against the window on Church Street, I watched this phenomenon occur time and again. I found it difficult to go back to my coffee and book. So yes, my sunny weekend in the city will have to wait, but as always, my magical city did not disappoint.