Turning, curling.

Today, the wind: nothing like the storm we had in September, but hard enough to make umbrellas hurt and to leave us all misted at midday.  A commission came in for a piece of writing I'm excited to do--which doesn't mean I won't put off doing it as long as possible, I'm sure, not least because a late-May trip will probably put the finishing touches on what I'll be working through.  An unlooked-for correspondence kept up and got more interesting.  Meeting one person in the coffeeshop became meeting a group of people at every turn.  By the end of the day, though the temperature had plummeted, nothing else had.  And tomorrow, projects will be afoot anew.