Puddle

...with grassy reflections. It was a very discrete puddle, seen through a Starbucks window, and put me in mind a little of a map of the US, maybe just the southwest. That could be because of all the electoral schematics I’m seeing these days.

Our first chilly day, and it rained all day to boot. Enjoyed very much a virtual segment of the Bristol Literary Festival in which blipper Swann6 took part. Wrote and edited and met cousin Shelley for a chai. Made fish and chips for dinner, but they had nothing on Ivar's or Salty's, which I’m hoping to enjoy in Seattle next month.

Hope you all have a good week ahead!