Tuesday, March 3, 2020
It's the Apocalypse
This was the sky as I was walking home from the tube yesterday. Eerie, right? Big gray clouds and an explosive nuclear sun slanting in underneath them.
It was kind of cool, but it also felt a little bit like the end of the world, given that I'd just been reading about coronavirus and the fact that Joe Biden might be our next Democratic presidential candidate.
And then, right after I got home...
...more hail! I described it as pea-sized the other day, and I suppose it's really a little smaller than that. You can see it in my foxgloves and on the patio in this photo taken through the blurry living room window.
To quote Yeats, "Surely some revelation is at hand?"
But then the hail melted in a few minutes, and the foxgloves looked fine, and we watched a rerun of "Perry Mason" and had leftovers for dinner, and the world snapped back into focus.