Variant on the summertime blues

[flemmings]

The weather has been beautiful: sunny, cool, dry. Blue skies, singing cicadas. But I seem unable to parse beautiful August weather any more. It makes no impression and leaves no memory. Today however the clouds moved in and the world went faux-autumnal grey; and at once I felt my outlines firming up, as it were, and the world turning rational again.

This evening there was woodsmoke on the air, and then it was perfect.

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Some love the summer, some survive it.

The fonts on this browser and my myopic morning state had me reading your desired object as yami. 'She's reading Yami no Matsuei? A little late for that?' Look again. Yam. That makes no sense...? Oh of course, yarn: that which my addicted friends crave in quantity. ^_^