Yesterday it was in the eighties--windows open, shorts and t-shirts, shining sun.
Today it's in the fifties--heat on, long pants and shirts, heavier coats dug back out of the closet.
Dreary.
And though I would have preferred to take Spenser's lead...
I actually had to leave the bed and do stuff. Outside. In the cold and wet.
I did, however, just have a lovely moment. While outside taking photos, I actually listened to what was happening around me--and I was so enraptured, I went back inside for my Flip camera to record it for you. It's quite lovely (other than the constant hum of traffic and the low-flying plane).
