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?
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 | 22 June 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 | 23 June 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 | 23 June 2009 at 07:00 PM