It was the third day in a row that the temperature had risen well above 30 C, closer to 40 if you took the humidity into account.
I don’t much like the winter, but this was a bit too far in the other direction.
I’ve always been one to watch the weather, ever since I was a little girl. I used to lie on the grass, staring up at the clouds, watching shapes gather and dissolve.
But since I have been, as they say, ‘living on the streets’ I have become more fixated on the slightest variations.
A clear sky, a cloudy day. The carress of a breeze or the sharp shove of a strong wind.Continue reading