Cloaked Conversations
+Micro-Seasons Forty-Nine through Fifty-Four
+ a tiny poem.
How is the Weather?
The art of elevated conversation rests firmly upon the dictum that one should avoid talking about the weather. Presumably, one should avoid writing about it as well. Unless it’s extreme and someone died or was born or fell in or out of love because of the weather that day.
So please pardon my uncout…
