The woman who lives across the street carries two huge kitchen garbage bags out in front of the house and props one up against the fence. She takes a pair of scissors out of her pocket and begins carefully pruning her bushes back, putting the remnants into the bag. It is going to pour any second.
If I were a Hemulen, I would knock on people’s windows and wake them up when I see they’ve forgotten to bring their laundry in.
It rains all the time here, but today’s only the fourth or fifth time I’ve heard thunder. I didn’t see any lightning.
(The term officially starts today, but class doesn’t start until Friday. I wish they’d send an email or put that on the website.)