I know I kvetch about the weather. A lot.
Still, it is omnipresent and immutable by mere individual action.
Closest thing to a god I've ever seen.
Maybe there is something to that old story about Noah -- we've just come off damned close to 80 days of rain and overcasted gloom and doom.
Yesterday and today? Absolutely gorgeous. The kinds of days that make putting up with a Maine winter almost tolerable.
Not that I have any intention of spending another winter here, mind you.
Here's hoping that Summertime is really here, finally.
Y'all come see us, y'hear?
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