I talk about the weather when –
1. the weather is worth talking about
2. I have something else to say but it’s really not the right moment
3. I have no idea what you are talking about
Today was deliciously HOT. Record-breaking HOT. Unfortunately I missed most of it, locked away in freezing cold air conditioning. But even at mid afternoon, when I finally made my escape, heat greeted me at the door, escorted me to my car, and promised there were still a few hours to enjoy.
This evening at dusk the wind picked up. In fact it picked up quite a lot of things and threw them about the place. Fast. At the beach, rows of speeding sand particles gave visible form to gusts of otherwise unseeable currents. Lovely, lovely, lovely. And literally breath-taking if you inhale the stuff so I don’t recommend that.
In the sky, storm clouds gathered. And in the storm clouds, a porthole appeared. A vortex. A big, loud secret thing. A vibrant, glowing existential tease.
And then it was gone.