rememberances of things summer

Is this a Proustian reference? What an egghead. Although I tell you what - I've only ever read Proust when I had trouble sleeping.

Here is another picture of summer times. This one is of me and L in the neighbor's pool. One thing to be said about the weather this time of year - it is interesting. More interesting than a cloudless sky in summer. Clouds come in, clouds go out, clouds turn different colors, clouds dissipate or blow their tops.

Today was the first day of using the furnace. It's hard to be upset about this bad weather when remembering how we've lived the last five months essentially outside, or at least with windows and doors open. And does the rain feel good on your face and hands, yes, yes it does. Mostly.