SITTING, SPECULATING, SINGING, SHOPPING, STYLING, SPROUTING
There’s a dove perched on the ridge of the neighbor’s garage. He looks cold. It’s windy and grey, a high white cloud cover, and the air coming in through the window I opened earlier is chilly. Yesterday was humid, so despite the bleakness, the temperature drop is actually a welcome one for me. Not that I want to wish away summer, but if I could have my sunshine and cool breezes year-round I’d be a happy camper. It’s a quiet, uneventful weekend. Karin was sick last week again so she’s not playing in the soccer matches going on. Martin is...