high-speed puddle-jumping?

I had a really good day today, for no particular reason. It was a deep and persistent good, full of potential: the kind of good that can only be expressed by spontaneously dancing to upbeat songs and smiling with friends as they talk.

This evening, I rode my bike to the HUB at around 8 to study. It had just gotten overcast, but the air was still warm from the sunny day.

When I left shortly after 11, it was raining. Hard.

What could I do? I tossed my bag into my makeshift milk-crate basket, squelched onto the sodden seat, and set off. It took me, oh, thirty seconds of riding through the rain to realize that home was not where I needed to be going right then. So I just rode. All over. I stopped at Mary's for awhile to say goodnight and tuck her in, then continued on my way. I must have wound around campus six or seven times before I finally made it home, dripping wet and hands stinging with cold.

I couldn't stop grinning; it was beautiful.
Happy Monday, everyone.