Me, A Weather Prophet

I was near Farum, and I decided to take a walk around Farum lake.
Rain was coming in later according to the weather forecast but I reckoned I had time enough to catch my train at the end of my walk without getting drenched.
Normally I always carry with me some protection for bad weather but not that day.
I know that there are loads of mirabelle flowers along the path and the spring flowers pushed my concerns aside.
I had nearly ended my beautiful walk when I met a photographer with whom I had a chat.
As I was breaking up I noticed the smell of rain. I think rain is on its way now, I said.
No, I don’t think so, he said while looking at the sky.
Just having said that, the rain started to fall.
I couldn’t help but laughing and he gave me a little smile admitting that I did warn him.
So the rain got me in the end but I didn’t mind.
The last sentences in the conversation made me smile the rest of my way to the train despite my wet clothes.

Keep your faith in the invisible light

We were late. Was it possible to complete the walk around the lake before nightfall?
We can turn around if necessary, I said. Thus encouraged, we started the walk that’s cherished by so many people. Whether it’s because of the wren that jumps around in the undergrowth, the sheep on the meadow, the soft call of the bullfinch, hovering buzzards, squealing ducks or the blue flash of the kingfisher, I do not know.
But one thing is certain, people love the area and so do I.

The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

T.S. Eliot

Keep your faith in beautiful things;
in the sun when it is hidden,
in the Spring when it is gone.

Roy R. Gibson