This is both a true story and a metaphor for my week.
So I decided to drag myself running today. When I left my house, the sky was cloudy and the wind was moderate. But the sky had been cloudy and the wind moderate for days.
Then on my warm-up walk to the park it started to hail. This was small sized hail, so it didn’t hurt. I thought it was quite a nice metaphor for my week. I kept walking.
When I got to the park the wind picked up so the hail flew sideways. I laughed and pulled on my hood.
I took half a lap around the park. Coming back the wind blew into my face.
That’s when it started to snow. Not a little snow, either. The kind that comes down in clumps.
I laughed and walked backwards to a picnic pavilion. I stood there in the semi-shelter, laughed until my side hurt, threw my arms in the air and thanked God for the metaphor.
And that’s when it started to stick.[And for those who are wondering, the badness of my week has nothing to do with my writing. That’s actually going very well.]