weather change.

Leave the house, leave the son and the wife sleeping on, or in. Walk up the street, then realise that the feet hurt, the socks are to wooly for the sneakers. That will not do, go back, up the stairs, into the bedroom, change the shoes for the black ones. They are not so tight.
Leave the house, leave the son and the wife sleeping. Walk up the street, enjoy the fresh morning sun.  The wood on the slope, the castle park, is quiet and deep green now, the sky invisible for the foliage. It rained heavily during the last week, the foliage thrived.
Later, along by the river, see that there is a man there fishing. He is using sweet corn from a tin as bait. It does not seem to work very well, but ---who knows, leave him to his fishing.
It is strange to just be walking in the sun, no particular objective, no destination.

Sit at the weather station, see that the barographs and the thermographs and the things that note humidity all show a sharp change at much the same time.


There must have been a weather change.