Still life

We walked through fields of wet grass which soaked our thighs. Mu explained the O.J Simpson trial in such detail that it took as long as the trial itself.  She talked away up the steepest hills on the summits of which she folded forwards with her hands on her knees, gathering her breath.  I zoned out from time to time and then had to ask stupid, irrelevant questions to get back on track..
It was one of those days when you don't mind going to school because it's raining, but the sun comes out sadistically when you get there.  Tomorrow temps of up to 30° are due to hit us, which will finish in storms, like in the summer.
But for now it's the beginning of the weekend, with a short week ahead (thanks Jesus for ascending). Religious holidays strike a weird chord in a multicultural, secular country, but heigh-ho I ain't complaining.
We're sitting in the gin palace which I created for the sorority but which Nico gate crashes when none of them is here.  I'm glad he did because his Cuba Libre made an amber bulb on the table.