“You've been so long in the rain, you feel like a dirty dish rag. But despite the misery of your water soaked body, you look around to see verdant leaves dripping with water. The air entering your lungs smells vibrantly clean. To experience adventure, you must be willing to be uncomfortable at times and enjoy the loneliness by being happy with your own singing. A song pops out of your mouth... "It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was fine..."” FeelsLooksLongBodyNightSongLeftEnjoyWaterAirLonelinessWillingAdventureFineSingingMouthsRainMiseryCleanPopsSmellWeatherDespiteDirtyUncomfortableDishesEnteringLungsAll NightRagsDrippingDirty Dishes Author:Frosty Wooldridge
“Physical weather certainly is beyond our control. ... But human weather - the psychological climate of the world - is not beyond our control. The human race is its own rain and its own sun. It creates its own cyclones and anti-cyclones. The ridges of high pressure which we sometimes enjoy, the troughs of low pressure which we so often endure, are of our own making and nobody else's.” WorldHumansSometimesEnjoyRaceSunLowsRainPressureClimateEndureWeatherPsychologicalHuman RaceRidgesTroughCyclones Book:A pocketful of pebbles Source: A pocketful of pebbles