Aqua cycle

Lacking sartorial options due to my haphazard portage of habiliments to and from the centre of commerce, this morning I set off in jeans and a leather jacket.

Surprisingly the gods of the weather did smile upon me and the dead skies did open, all the way along the green bee line.

And yet the relics of downpours hence did remain and upon one these I did unwittingly practise sideways aqua-planing for ten meters or so.

And here I am to write the story.

[I stayed upright. Kept going. Felt fear, relief and then laugher. And now I believe I am more skilled than I really am. A dangerous outcome.]