Today was the first day of what I think of as "real" Homer weather: cloudy, gray, occasional showers, no sun. It’s beautiful because the clouds are always changing and mysterious after the clarity of the sun. I think it’s going to be like this for the next few days, by which point I’ll be ready to gnash my teeth and rend my garments and smear ash on my face and hibernate for months. I really do like sun, but it’s too hot in Boulder. I’m just a delicate flower.
Thoughts In Random Patterns 