That could have been a suitable name or theme for this whole blog. It’s a soggy weather system that has moved in and seemingly parked itself here. At least we’re not under any weather warning, like the northern part of this province … warnings for freezing rain, flurries and whatnot.
Like I said the other day, taking a photo from the balcony would be pointless, because it would be totally white. We live in an apartment building, so Rockwood Park with Lily Lake has taken the place of our backyard [photo from 2009].
Today my heart goes out to the American south. Last night, I kept reading in Twitter and CNN about the storms, ripping through the south, killing thirty seven people. When I got up now this morning, the number had risen to one hundred fifty nine [159!]. UPDATE: 173
It would have been just as sad if only one life had been lost. We’re all somebody’s son or daugher, husband, wife, sister, brother, friend …
«This Just In» … together, those must be the worst words one can hear, and it’s also the name of CNN’s breaking news blog. When you just sit around, listening to news — perhaps half-heartedly — and you hear those three words, you know that something horrible has happened.
Depending on the severity or the circumstances, it could even turn into one of those dates that’s forever etched in your mind … one, where you can tell exactly where you were and what you were doing when you learned about it, like 9-11 or the JFK assassination.
Can’t seem to come up with anything cheerful today. At least I haven’t challenged myself to write any certain amount of words … just once a day.
Each time I look at hanging droplets like this, I wish I was able to translate poetry. I’m not much of a poetry person, but I have a favourite and it’s in Swedish. The Internet is marvellous — I just found out that somebody named McDuff (!) had already translated it.