nobody worth seeing any more

 Just before the onset of the rain the swallows fly low through the streets. Perhaps they are hunting insects, whatever they may be chasing is invisible. Stop and watch their flight, their aerobatics, and wonder if they experience an analog to joy in their flight. Perhaps the joy of a hunter perhaps they are showing off to their  mates.  One spreads its wings, climbs rapidly, stalls, folds its wings and, upon gaining speed during the ensuing fall, spreads its wings again and flaps a few times to gain height again. There are many other aerobatic actions like this, one dives with tucked in wings and then suddenly spreads them again to swoop upwards, suddenly changing direction during its climb. Start to consider the possibility that the birds bodies have major aerodynamic properties, not just the wings and the forked tails. As always, note that birds seem to fly better without any vertical fins, quite unlike aircraft. Surely birds would have evolved to have some form of fin if that system had anything going for it. Swallows have those long forked tails, how they work is a mystery to this aerodynamic dunce.

The flight of the birds is so much more beautiful than the mechanical steering of winged projectiles, that is what humans do.

The depression has returned, the day was started with so many small ailments that it was deemed sensible to go back to bed after having edited the pictures taken yesterday. And now the day is done, there is nothing worth doing and nobody worth seeing any more.