ALL IS WELL

I am hugely affected by the weather. 

The Spring here in the middle of the world was largely rain interrupted by

a little less rain. 

Then suddenly an onslaught of hot, humid wretchedness where sweet, sweet Spring should be. My old air conditioner is hanging in there and my old car is hot as Hell as I shrivel under the cruel, harsh sun and the haze and the sweat.

Enter this weekend on tiptoes and dancing shoes and temperatures in the mid-seventies and low humidity and blue skies and crisp shadows and smiles on the faces of passerby’s and angels floating on the soft breezes that tickle the roses out front.

I move out onto the porch and sit with wine and a light meal and the New York Times and all is well in the universe.