And it makes all the difference, it seems like.
At least with respect to the temperature--no 104 degrees. Not yet!
As I drove along the wonderfully scenic Pacific Coast, I glanced up to the rear-view mirror to make sure that the traffic was ok for me to pull over, when I noticed the temperature display. So, even as I was driving, I fished out my phone, and recorded the temperature:
The waves of the Pacific + Sun + 64 + a light breeze = Sriram pulling over to stop for a few minutes. Life is so unpredictable that if I didn't grab this, and what if I don't get such a chance again?
I got out of the car and inhaled the salty air. I felt so lightened of all my worries and tensions and stresses. No wonder an old advice was to take the ill to the seaside--a wonderful natural therapy it is. I wonder whether Obamacare will allow for trips to Tahiti as valid treatment protocols :)
I turned to scan the horizon and noticed a bird cautiously watching me. I got my camera out. It was, as I sensed, the man and the machine to capture the moment the bird would decide it had to get away from the human. I clicked, it turns out, at an opportune moment:
I lingered on for a while. Everything was too perfect to walk away. But, life is a lot more than a day at the beach. I got back on the road.
Every few miles, I checked on the temperature display. It eventually reached uncomfortable temperatures. But, this was not any moment in life where I could turn back.
The unbearable temperatures were only for a little while. Soon, it was in the bearable range. And then as the sun started descending, the temperature also went down--even faster. The walk after dinner confirmed that night time is the right time.
Tomorrow is another day!
