Raindrops keep falling on my head
We’re in the midst of some weather transition and it is perfectly aligned with the time change this weekend. We’re not lamenting an end to summer, but we are to this weekend, which was so breathtakingly gorgeous, it was hard to get inside and stay there. As a matter of fact, when I got back from my therapeutic yoga class on Sunday afternoon, I couldn’t force myself inside so I got my neighbor to sit out on her porch and we observed the goings on with her binoculars. You can’t live on the bayou and not have binoculars at the ready.
This morning the sun was piercing through a thick layer of clouds, which made for a spectacular sunrise and then there was a strange exposed type light as I walked the dogs to the park. It seemed otherworldly as if someone had forgotten that night turns to day and it had paused at dawn.
I was regaled in the park by one of my fellow dog walkers who told me a tale of embezzlement and dirty deeds in her workplace and wanted to know my professional opinion (interesting), and then the dogs and I got back home just as a few drops started to fall. It is late in the afternoon and the raindrops are still plink plink plinking down the side of the metal roof.
We’re headed to the beach this weekend and the temperature is supposed to be in the 40s at night! Nothing like sweaters on the beach!