I can’t go wrong, I must go right
I’ll find my way ’cause a guiding light
Will be shining at the end of the road
IRVING BERLIN
Viena and I walked early in the morning to the end of the road. In bus term – “Rua Ponte Final” – and beyond. The sidewalk ends. Where the sidewalk ends. The road narrows. Where the road narrows. Where the houses are built to survive the day. And today, would be a day to survive. We looked out our window and saw that a big huge thunderstorm was heading towards us from the Brasilian continent. So, I decided to go on a run, for fun. I was maybe 1 km from the house up the trail when the downpour commenced. Luckily, I was able to take shelter in the cave we had found the day before. I thought that the rains would stop and the storm would pass over the island, but the rains kept falling in cycles and the lightning strikes and thunder booms traveled across the sky like dragon bellows or a herd of running buffaloes. A rumble in the jungle. I watched from my protected cave as the trail became wet and turned into a downhill stream of muddy orange water. One strike of lightning was real close. The kind of close where you can hear the Crack and feel the electricity in the air! I was not even able to count to 1 after I saw the strike. Then 10 seconds later a gust of charged wind blew through the jungle and then was gone. The muddy stream widened. A big branch fell from the tree. Nature was happening and I had a front row seat. I decided to brave the rain and left the shelter of the cave and ran up the muddy trail some more. I made it all the way to the giant eucalyptus tree and then turned around. Now my shoes are caked with red mud. Ezra and I caught the bus into Centro when the rain stopped.
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