Last week was glorious, with blue skies and gentle breezes wherever I went. (Well, wherever I went assuming it wasn't dark)
And then on Sunday night there was a sound I remember from years ago: the thundering of rain against a corrugated iron roof and the wind rattling the windows.
And school was back, so the commute into town became 6 kph most of the way, or almost an hour in total.
The colours were lovely, though so I was happy to sit and stare at the sea while I waited for things to move...
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