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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


Fall and Flight

In mid October I finally go to see what real fall looks like. I was in Maryland for a wedding and on my last day I got to breathe the fresh air of nature in another city. I saw the beauty that lies in autumn colors and weather. I was mesmerized! I’m so used to palm trees and beaches, people half naked, busy streets, and hectic days. It was such a wonderful experience.

Here are a few shots of my last day.

I also took shots of my flight from Maryland to Boston and from Boston back home to Ft. Lauderdale Airport in South Florida. Check them out!

*All photos were taken w/ my phone. No edits, no filters.


The mystics of rain



Yesterday, it seemed like my boss was catching a cold. I think he sneezed more than he breathed! When it was time to go home he was doing much better – he stopped sneezing, and his voice didn’t sound nasal from congestion. Today, he looked great.

He went out for lunch. During that time, it began pouring. When he came back from lunch there was a clear distinction from earlier this morning – he looked/sounded terrible: super congested, runny nose and watery eyes. He then said to me, “You know, it’s funny how rain can make you sick. All I did was walk a few steps from the gas station and into my car, and all of a sudden I’m back to catching a cold. Why do you think that is?”

Well, my fellow bloggers, I, too, have wondered this very thing. And it brings me back to my childhood. This is just my personal take; it is not based on anything I have read or researched, nor have I proven this to be true, albeit there may be logic to my theory.

When I was a kid, my brother, sister and I would love to play in the rain after school. But when we’d come home with our clothes and shoes drenched, we’d get in trouble. My mother would often say, “If we were in Nicaragua I wouldn’t mind you playing in the rain. But the rain is different here. It makes you sick.”

I remember asking what’s so different about the rain. She never knew how to answer but would always say, “It’s just one of those mystical things.”

So, here’s my logic. There is nothing different with the rain. The difference is the atmosphere. Let me explain. We live in a first world country where most of the people have the luxury of owning A.C. We get wet in the rain, come into our homes and the A.C. is blasting, or we get into our cars and blast it in there. There is no doubt that cold weather/temperature facilitates colds and flus. Cold air dries the throat, allowing bacteria to wander about in that area. In third world countries, the common folk do not have the luxury of having A.C.

My mother said that when we were toddlers and still lived in Nicaragua, she’d let us play in the rain all the time. We never got sick from it. We didn’t have an A.C. back home so the windows were always open. What’s the difference?  It wasn’t the rain, that’s for sure. The difference was the lack of air conditioning.