I love to walk home in a cool rain, just as it's beginning or slackening. In the dark, wet streets, buses or bicycles go zipping past. My perception is that Spring is arriving late but fast this year. Spring always seems to come fast, I suppose: one day, the trees are bare, then another day, there are blossoms, then another day and all is bright greening.
Today the air smelled of ozone – is that Chinese yellow pollution dust, or something local? Or is it the way we get here on rare occasions, when the rain comes from the west and smells of the desert out somewhere near Mongolia?
What I'm listening to right now.
Trauma Pet, "Yearning."