It’s the second most wonderful sort f day, weather wise. The sky is heavy and gray and low, it occasionally spits rain. A chill wind blows constantly. It feels as if something is about to happen.
The only better type of day is when something happens and we get a murderous Minnesota summer thuderstorm. That’s the best.
Also nice today is that all the trees have bloomed. The ones with leaves are amazing rich green panoramas. The ones with flowers are open and filling the air with a rich, almost cloying scent of a million flowers, all laid overtop the smell of rain.
Like I said. I love it.
And now I’m off to my last anthropology class of the semester.