I promise I will not be going on and on about (a) summer, (b) weather and (c) returning to Vermont. Just let me say this:
The sky over Madrid was completely cloudless this morning, and unbelievably blue -- a kind of pure blue that nearly seemed to vibrate when I glanced up at it, looking almost artificial when compared with the tops of buildings outlined against it. Had me staring up at it, mouth open in amazement, as I walked along, post-a.m.-caffeine. Kind of a miracle I didn't step in dog poop or trip over some other kind of sidewalk flotsam.
