Ride

I went for a ride on Sunday. When I left my house, the sky was bright and gay. When I got to my halfway point — East Tennessee's AgResearch and Education Center — the sky was this:

Knoxville in the distance to the left; storm clouds on the right.

Shortly after I took these photos, I got wet. Really wet.

The sky opened on my way back towards town. I was drenched instantly and struggled to see through the rain and leaves as the wind shook them from the trees.

Only 15 miles to go . . .

“Life is 10 percent what happens to you and 90 percent how you react.” — Charles R. Swindoll

Luckily, I've lived in East Tennessee long enough to know that the thunderheads wouldn't follow me home. I fought against my angst—in fact, I laughed at it (and myself, for getting myself in this situation)—and twenty minutes later, I was beyond it. Downtown Knoxville's streets were wet but not pooling. By the time I arrived home, everything was dry . . .

Everything besides my socks, that is. =D

The cows were more interested in me than the storm.

"If you're going through hell, keep going." — Winston Churchill

Lots of babies this time of year. Apparently the circles on the sides of the mama cows are cannula, which (supposedly) allow researchers to easily access the stomach contents of the cow without hurting the animal.

“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.” — Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

P.S. Prayers for those in Florida right now! A hurricane is a whole different level of wet.