It took a bird in the windscreen to make me see

So there is a God, not that I was in any doubt. And before this turns into yet another scintillating weather blog, I want to stress that some of my favourite writing stems from meteorological conditions, A.R. Ammons's The Snow Poems being top case in point. I think it makes a good starting point for whatever follows, gives the work a grounding and a context, helps you connect.

So, current observations: 22 degrees, sunny spells. And Friday for a fucking change.