It’s a heatwave. What was it like to get drenched, to be showered on, to come home damp & dank?
The longest day is past. Gone for a year. It was a tipping-point, nevertheless snow is unimaginable.
Lazing round listening to languid language – utterances from friends, acquaintances, companions, strangers: research time.
There is a time for everything. Now is the hour for breathing through your nose.
Who knows what’s coming?