I've never been a very religious person, (although I try and avoid the Befedoraed Atheist stereotype), I do think it is interesting how I flip flop on the subject of superstition.

I like to spend a lot of time outside, and I find that whenever I am out in nature, exposed to the elements, I become exceedingly more superstitious, despite how I usually blow such things off when I am at home. I hope for the sun to come out, I knock on wood, I avoid talking about the weather, all these things I would laugh at in the city.

I think it just goes to show how when we are all comfortable in our climate-controlled weatherproof houses we act differently than when we are at the mercy of the elements. It makes you realize how insignificant you really are.