One morning, I was making my way to a Starbucks in Edinburgh. It was early in the morning. I was looking forward to enjoying a coffee in peace before bustle enveloped the city. I headed to the Quartermile, where there is a Starbucks (and also a speciality coffee shop from which I have had a great cup of tea in the past). As I was walking, it started to rain. Heavier and heavier. As I got close to the Starbucks, water was starting to soak through my trainers. My trousers were drenched. I stopped in the rain.
I asked myself: should I turn back? But no way was close to being out of the rain. I could either go to the Starbucks or not go, but my decision would have no impact on my getting more wet in that moment. I laughed to myself about how wet I was. I had no control over the situation. All I could do was walk somewhere to shelter. I went to the Starbucks and sat down after ordering my coffee, leaving water on the seat as I took off my coat. The warmth in the coffee shop was terrific. I was thankful for the shelter.
My shoes and trousers took several hours to dry that day. As I write, I'm laughing to myself. I can see myself stopping at the intersection of two streets smiling about the situation I was in.