Look up, what do you see...

Enough deep thought. Let's talk about the weather.

Today was gorgeous. Some truly perfect moments, weather-wise.

This morning was crisp and clear and bright and blue and all the things that summer mornings should be at 7am. Cold enough that the car steamed up when I got into it, and not a cloud in the sky.

At work this afternoon, we were suddenly surprised by a very loud crack of thunder, and then hail began pouring down outside so hard that we had to raise our voices to be heard in the office.
Driving home today was just fantastic. Still areas of bright blue, but half of the sky filled with those towering cumulonimbus that England can do so well - deepest, most louring grey on the bottom, billowing up to purest white catching the sun against the blue. Sharp, heavy showers of rain that I think Rob McKenna would have classified as 'blattering' beating on my windscreen. A fantastically flattened rainbow which was kind of behind me and to my right, and looking at it was not conducive to safe driving. A brisk and gusty wind.

Tonight, as I sit here with my window open and the last light having just faded from the sky, the chill air is creeping in round my toes. And another heavy shower just started - I'm listening to the white noise of it landing in the garden.

Changeable weather is the most fantastically exhilharating stuff.