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The sky was full of an eerie, apocalyptic light when I rushed out just after nine to catch the setting sun on the longest day of the year, and turning homeward I saw a rainbow that seemed to end at our building. At bedtime, the courtyard kept flashing with lightning. What sort of this summer will this be?
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In my opinion, summer seems to be over. This is September in disguise... all the better, makes it easier to stay inside at the desk and work, I suppose...
Posted by: bleistifterin | June 22, 2009 at 04:29 PM
You caught a very special moment - what lighting.
I remember Björk once saying that in Iceland it would be self-destructive to make ones moods depend on the weather...
Summer will be. Beautiful.
Posted by: Jo Spittler | June 23, 2009 at 06:22 AM
Too true, Bleistifterin. Jo, you're very wise. And our reward appears to be something approaching a perfect June day -- in your neck of the woods too, I hope?
Posted by: Berlin Reified | June 23, 2009 at 07:00 PM