Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Not Exactly a Winter Wonderland
A few degrees shy of eighty, bright sun intermittently obscured by darting little cumuli, wind; wind gusting well into twenty-something miles per hour, wind that caused the transformer a couple blocks over to blow-out so loudly that one instinctively ducked. And then it somehow blew out again. And again. (Unless it was different transformers . I would have thought a given transformer could only explode once.) And so the power is out. And so I sit on the balcony, watching the willow whip, kept company by Floyd (who is watching the street, hoping for another glance of those kids on their new mini-motorcycles, thinking how much he'd like to catch one.) I'm not complaining. This is alright by me.