Dust in the wind
Same spot on a different day. Confused birds squaked. Plastic packets, pieces of paper and all things light floated, swimmers perhaps drowning out the whispering storm with their splashing, stayed. I brought the hanging planters, swinging as they were like pendulums, down.
Spent a large part of yesterday talking to a friend and decided to play some table tennis. Haven't quite lost as much as I had imagined. The lack of good infrastructure and opponents and have kept me away.
Haven't found sufficient reason to complain about or fear summer this year though temperatures have soared around 45ºC/113ºF. Yet.
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