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Monday, June 27, 2005
Just before I set out for my daily lunchtime walk this afternoon, I peaked out the window to check the weather. It'd been gray on and off all day, and I wanted to make sure I wouldn't get caught in a downpour out on the path near my office.
What I saw didn't look promising. In fact, it looked downright ominous: thick gray clouds fairly plowing across the sky. My desire to get out and stretch my legs battled with the common sense notion that getting really, really wet in the middle of the workday was probably not a great idea.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind and take my chances, I grabbed my mp3 player and headed outside. As is my custom, I toggled the "Rio DJ" function and had it randomly select music for me.
The song at the top of the list? Sting's "Heavy Cloud, No Rain."
And so it was. I did my walk and returned to the office bone dry.
A small, elegant example of a simple truth: when the universe talks to you, listen.
Posted @ 10:57 PM
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