I have watched clouds fill the sky and seen periods of sun – and, always, there has been the wind. It is gusting strong. I doubt that is the best way to express it grammatically, but it captures the feeling. When I was in Scott’s parking lot with a half-price vegetable tray in my sack, the wind turned the sack inside out and the veggies went plop, but the tray stayed closed.

In the time since I started typing until right now, the sky has gone from a threatening Melville storm to an exultant blue. And now it’s back again.

I hear a siren . . . maybe a tree came down, or power lines were ripped off poles. Guess this is one time I can find a use for my extra weight.