Distorted clarity

Rain, something we've not seen enough of over the last eighteen months; it's like someone dropped a dome over South Australia and it couldn't get it, but it's raining now.

We actually had damaging storms recently, some downed trees and powerlines, rough seas that spilled up onto the esplanade and the resulting damage that occurs from such events. Most welcomed the rain though, and I was out in it on Saturday morning to and from my gun range where I spent a miserably cold, foggy and wet morning shooting with a couple friends - there was more talking than shooting to be honest, it rained the entire time.

I didn't have much planned for the day. I returned home mid-morning, packed away guns, ammunition and equipment, changed clothes and headed to a cafe for something to eat and coffee. I took my laptop as always.

I've been working on a book about my life, a collection of stories with thoughts and feelings in between.

I don't have any plans for it to be published, I figure I'll just leave it behind when I die thinking that someone will happen across it, open it up and take a read. If that's someone who knows me I think it'll bring a lot of clarity and if it's someone who doesn't know me I guess it might provide some entertainment-factor and maybe a laugh and a tear or two. I'm writing it for me though, to get some arms-length between those events and thoughts which helps me see them more clearly and I've enjoyed the process.

I sat at that cafe for four hours and wrote, had a really great "breakfast burger" (for lunch), and more coffee than I should have consumed before going home to do some housework and start preparations for dinner which I was cooking for the two of us.

It was an enjoyable Saturday spent mostly alone but surrounded by others - thankfully I have noise cancelling ear buds and some great music to listen to - and I found it to be very relaxing. I wasn't really looking for productivity but found it; I was more interested in finding relaxation, a chance to rest my mind from the day-to-day grind that is my working week and I found exactly that.

It was nice to sit there watching the rain fall outside but feel like I was in my own world and secluded from others at the same time; I believe there's great value in a detachment of that kind, and rainy days always seem reflective and contemplative to me, it's like whilst the droplets can distort vision like in the above image looking through my windscreen, rainy days help me see internally a little better; is distorted clarity a thing?