Light is sweet,
and it pleases the eyes to see the sun.
However many years a man may live, let him enjoy them all.
The weather for today is predicted to be “Definite Haze.” I suppose that’s what the sticky, humid, bluish tint to the air is called. It makes breathing harder and sweating profuse but useless. Water has condensed inside my front headlight, causing it to randomly start flashing of its own accord. The hot weather advisory actually recommends avoiding outside work and staying in air-conditioned buildings. Ian and I sweated uncomfortably through the night and woke sticky and unrefreshed, with the depressing prospect of more such nights on the horizon. This is weather that strikes my Seattle-bred mind as pretty darn unnatural.