Whether or not to walk beneath trees in rain is a question worthy of contemplation. The stoic soul endures the light but constant patter of droplets on the unshielded sidewalk, while a more roguish character dares the heavy gathered water-globules irregularly dispensed by a leafy or blossoming tree, that he might have the good fortune to be struck by none. The upshot of this dichotomy of downpours, both of whose approaches I tried while walking back to Granville, is that I am dripping wet, a fact that would be absolutely peachy in mid-summer, but is merely wretched at today's temperature.
The option of an umbrella is quite below mention, and I only note it to display the breadth of my consideration.
posted on Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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