It was Tuesday morning on my long-awaited "eat, pray, run" vacation... I woke up, looked out the window, and saw it was foggy & raining. My heart sank! Then I looked again... beyond the rain drops on the window pane, beyond the fog, I saw the grey silhouette of a majestic ship with its shimmering lights, leaving a frothy wake in the tranquil river. In the background was the Talmadge bridge ,which in the fog, looked as if it was daintily floating in air, suspended by delicate cables. It was beautiful!...and I said to myself, what a wonderful day! I got up and ran on river street, along the misty Savannah river, listening to the bustle of trucks unload & seagulls caw, to the smell of fresh air & peppermint from a candy store, to the feel of wet sneakers on the cobbled street. Then I ran on the historic Bull street and in Forsyth park, among the hovering oaks with Spanish moss hanging like delicate chandeliers, along the cascading majestic fountains, amidst the presence of mighty statues of heroes past and I thought to myself, what a wonderful day! Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, It's about learning to dance in the rain... Or may I say run in the rain.