Vacation Weather
Yesterday was brilliant, in the dictionary and British colloquial senses; real summer-feeling (i.e. humid), but cool enough for a six-mile morning run with clouds like pop-up mountains.
I like the summer Sunday sound of towns: people walking everywhere, outdoor weddings, swimming parties, runners, and, here, parents surreptitiously bringing their kids to wade in the fountain on Washington Street. And no low grinding noise of trucks.
A woman with Pennsylvania plates stopped me to ask for directions to a park in another town, and was angry when I didn’t know.
But, Saturday. Cool and grey—finally, a rainy day—so early morning seemed to continue until mid-afternoon. It’s never vacation until a rainy day when there’s no rush to be off and about anything.
