I knew I wanted some exercise this morning. I also knew I didn’t feel like going to the gym. I immediately thought of a power walk, but it was raining. I looked out the window and saw it was raining steadily, but not pouring. There was no wind. So that is how I came to decide to go for a walk in the rain.
I looped around and around Pier A Park, which juts out into the Hudson River. The Manhattan skyline was mostly shrouded in fog. I put up the hood on my windbreaker and the raindrops made little ping noises on it. Only the diehard runners were out, so the park was quiet and it was easy to get lost in meditation. The more my feet moved, the deeper I went down into myself.
My reward was a big cup of coconut coffee and a date with my journal. Sometimes the stream of consciousness writing that flows off my pen is staggeringly clear and beautiful. That is what I thought as I finished and closed the book.
It seemed my fog, at least, had lifted.
