August 7th, 2020


Something’s Gotta Give

No stir of air was there,
Not so much life as on a summer's day
Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

John Keats, Hyperion

It was sunny and baking hot outside at 7.30 this morning. This afternoon, it’s cloudy and my weather app suddenly tells me it will rain. I’ll believe it when I see it but a thunderstorm would be a blessing.

In other news: Go Broad!
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