Today is Sunday. We woke up to a misty, rainy day. Autumn is here. A few days of rain will soak the leaves to the root before it starts preparing for the cold, cold winter.

Still it’s a Beautiful Day. Humming U2. Even though it’s raining, don’t let the clouds be swaying.

May the wind dry your tears.

May you feel the peace of the storm. May you feel the joy of life reborn. It’s a beautiful day, even though it’s raining.

I navigate through traffic, the windshield paints a picture of a world washed clean. Rain streaks down, blurring the sharp lines of buildings and the intricate details of faces pressed against windows.Umbrellas, like colorful blooms in a field, bob up and down along the sidewalks. People huddle beneath them, their shoulders hunched against the chill. .

The reflection of the people in the puddles creates a mesmerizing dance. Each puddle becomes a miniature universe, distorting and reflecting the world above. It’s a moment of quiet beauty, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of urban life.