In a sky the colour of robin’s eggs, horse-tail clouds heralded the impending arrival of the stationary front. I’d grown hoarse trying to warn folks of the impending meteorological Armageddon. Now all I could do was get out my cream-coloured stationery and write up my will.
Joan Baez’s “Diamond and Rust” has been playing in my head: “As I remember your eyes were bluer than robin’s eggs.”
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