I'm a huge fan of sunshine (on snow, on a warm day...yum!). That said, I also adore rainy and foggy spring mornings, especially when seen from the train. There is something wonderful about seeing green fields, bare trees, and mist slide by.
Last week, I had two of those mornings! Tuesday and Wednesday were both lovely rainy mornings. There's only one problem...it's REALLY hard to photograph the beauty of the morning from the train. You get power lines.
I arrived at my school station half an hour early Tuesday morning, so I decided to try to take a picture of a tree in a field that you can see right before you get to the station. It just stands there alone, looking cool, so I went on a hunt.
I headed out of town, trying to keep my too-long pants off the damp street. The morning was so green and quiet.
Quickly, I discovered that the train - even the slow train I had ridden - moves a lot faster than I do. There was no way I was going to make it to the tree and back in time to get picked up and taken to school.
I thought I saw a pretty picture (since I couldn't get the one I really wanted). I was too far away, so I carefully picked my way down into a gully.
SQUOOSH! My feet went right through the flattened winter weeds and into muddy water. Ugh! It was cold and gross. By this point, I was committed and squished on to take my photo. You'd think it would be a masterpiece, but...
It's just kind of a normal picture.
I carefully extracted myself from the mud.
My socks, shoes, and lower pant legs were sodden, and my jacket had picked up some drizzle. I made my way back to the station, trying not to look too bedraggled.
A few minutes later, the train I was originally scheduled to arrive on arrived, and my ride to school picked me up. I had fixed myself up a little, but I didn't bring up where I had been or that I had arrived early. A little mystery is always a good thing!
Boy, was I happy to change into my dry school shoes.