Shine, Shine, Shine
I gather all the news I need on the weather report.
It’s an unusual pleasure when what it feels like is what it actually is. It usually feels much different than it actually is. And there is usually very little evidence or scientific data to weigh what it feels like against what it is. You just can’t know.
Today (as every, I suppose), there is the opportunity for difference. Visibility is at ten miles; one should be able to see the difference, if not just feel it.
According to the weather report, I’ve got nothing left to do but smile.
Here … I … am …
The only living boy in New York.