The weather is clear now but the storm clouds are gathering in the West. But the rain is hours away. I saw one plane and I heard another. When I am on some streets the trees almost form a canopy preventing me from seeing much above the tree tops.
The change in air pressure due to weather conditions resulted in much discomfort in my knee joints. But today the meds took care of everything.
The storm clouds are also a metaphor for the state of what the last administration left for us to clean up. Ugh... what a chore.
The mess we're left to correct is another proof that we're all on this flight together.
Dick
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