WEATHER

Sunday morning here, and the rain continues to fall heavily. Though I can now glimpse the Derwent—earlier it was swallowed by cloud—I can still hear the wind rising to strong gusts. Will the rain ease, as the paper predicted? In a short time I head off to give a workshop on nature writing—in a room in a downtown building. The workshop was to include time in St. David’s Park, both collectively and individually—in fact that wander and sit outdoors was its heart. If this weather keeps up we’ll be fortunate to manage even a stroll in the park.

Welcome to the world—refusing to fit one’s plans! Perhaps I’ll wear my Corvus corax bracelet, and talk about the raven—as respectfully as I can manage. The day will be whatever it will be—we’ll hunker down into the pleasure of being warm (perhaps) and dry while surrounded by the noise of weather and see what emerges, what that might generate.