Singing In The Rain IV

Rode home in a downpour, and was soon drenched.  The warm water from the road splashing on my legs felt good.  I sang as I rode, not caring if the people on the street thought I was a loony. 

When I returned to the office this afternoon, and reported that I had collected my stuff and taken it all home, Chels commented a little later that I did not seem very happy about it.  I thought about that for a moment, and analysed my feelings.  I was pleased that I had at last recovered some of what I had lost but it was true, I was not as bouncy as I had been, for example, when I finally got my bike road legal.  I said I was probably still feeling a little resentful that it had taken them so long. 

On the way home, in the rain, I thought about it some more.  I AM pleased.  So why was my first thought this afternoon as I put my things into my secure room – "I have my stuff – I can go home now." Of course, I can’t just yet.  I still need a passport.  By the time that is sorted I will no doubt have moved on once more. 

About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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