Variant on the summertime blues
Sunday, August 11th, 2013 09:06 pmThe 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.
This evening there was woodsmoke on the air, and then it was perfect.