I’m wearing glasses for the first time today. My eyes feel normal – relaxed, unstrained. I’m not conscious of trying to focus any more, but as soon as I take them off the world drifts into a soft-focus blur, like a Monet, if Monet ever painted dirty dishes in the sink.
24°C (75.2°F) A cool wash of rain swept over us this afternoon, dropping temperatures 10 degrees and scenting the air with its passing. In the distance, the rain streams down. Up close, it drips, once, and again, from the short needles of the pine.
We haven’t had to water all week, because the rain has been so well timed.