It wasn't easy getting to class.
First, Spring deserted us yesterday and the temperature plummeted down to 18. Yeah, you northern hemisphere people, that's cold for us.
Then the wind started and blew down the beautiful old orchid plant I showed you last week. I hope it survives.
4 o'clock rolled round. Just as I was about to set off for my bus, it started to rain. I don't know where our council rates go to but it's not to building bus stops. There is none where I wait
Finally arriving in the city, I made a not-so-quick stop at Abbey's to look for a Spanish diccionario, then stepped out into the wet for the 15 minute walk to class. Past sad faces and goosebumpy bodies unprepared for this weather after weeks of glorious sunshine. Past twisted umbrellas tossed by irate owners.
At the intersection near my academy, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew up and stopped me in my tracks. Literally. Stopped. Me. I. Could. Not. Move.
I arrived at the academy, hallelujah! pushed the button for 3, said "Oi, tudo bem?" to my mestre at the reception, and got to the change room just in time to hear the skies split open.
My mob buzzed. It was a text from Cushion and here's what it said.
Do you think the cosmos is trying to tell me something?
I haven't yet ventured into our little yard but I suspect there may be some cleaning to do today.
And yes, my knees are hurting.