It’s weird. It rained for months straight, and now we’ve gone two weeks without a drop. The locals who grew up here tell me that it’s a strange year for weather. I’m just finding it generally strange. The air yesterday tasted like late-April Ontario air, full of life and promise and such. I haven’t been out yet today (I did manage to get dressed) but it looks like more of the same.
For some reason today every little random thing is making me cry.