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!
