Saturday morning across the UK (and other countries) is parkrun time.
Yesterday, I checked the weather forecast and because it was due to rain I decided that I would not take part this week but instead went for a run yesterday morning. However, I woke early and found that the rain was light, but with decision making not being my strong point at present, this then presented me with a dilemma, should I go or not? Indecision tormenting my mind, I wandered from lounge to kitchen looking out the windows and prevaricating. Figuring I could force the issue if I went upstairs to get dressed, as I would have to decide what to get dressed in – running gear or not?
Our bedroom has a flat roof which is excellent for giving an audible indication of the rain. This morning I could not hear the rain on the roof, and that was all I needed to make a decision. The rain wasn’t significant enough for me to stay home.
Running gear on, I left the house.
Driving the back roads to the forest park for the run, I was treated to a most wonderful sight. A beautiful jay, flying low across the road right in front of me, alighted on the grass verge on my left, giving me a clear view of the bird and allowing me to appreciate its beauty.
This chance viewing made me smile. If I had stayed home I wouldn’t have seen it.
Serendipity in action.