blue skies

Come back blue skies, we miss you. I spoke to someone on the phone, today. They were  in New Orleans. It was hot and humid, he said. Is the sun out, I asked. Yea, man. I'm sweating like a pig down here. I was jealous of his being in the sunshine. Seems like to me the sun has been occluded more than not, for the last thirty days. This weekend, hopefully Sol will once again grace the heavenly view.