The view from the Tucson afternoon
Outside my window:
After weeks of hundred-plus days, rain signifies that one can go outside without roasting or feeling caught between sun and pavement. In Seattle, rain was the default and sun a rare treat. Tucson is the opposite; now I marvel gratefully at the rain, thinking that we often want a change from whatever we have, if only for variety’s sake.
Real work calls, and I have a proposal to write.
