Bits and PiecesOn our way back, at sixty-odd miles per hour, a bug died.
I am not sure what particular kind of bug it was, but it left an almost perfectly diagonal green smear across the windshield, right smack in the middle of my field of view, turning the rest of the return into a fight against focus and a strange, well rendered video game with a strange, alien aiming reticle.
Anyway, the weather has been interesting.
Four days ago, it was remarkably pleasant. The air was cool and light, and when one was in the sun, one could feel the whispered promises of the heat to come in one's ear, gently: "I am coming," says the heat, "but not yet." After the day has fallen, those kind of hours lead into cool twilights that are perfect for eating out in the air, so we went to a favorite Italian resturant, and one cream sauce and pasta dish later I think I can safely say that I am over the latest round of stomach wrack.
Two days ago, the world turned dim with cloud, and the day softened occasionally with rain. Always raining the hardest when one wanted to walk someplace, of course. Breaks in clouds caused buildings to appear lighter than the sky behind them, and I managed to view a bowl made of glass that had the property that it was impossible to judge the depth of it.
Yesterday was just vaguely nasty.
But today, summer sat up and stretched a little. The season does not stand yet, but it has made it clear that the eyes are open.
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