A blue sky yielded to layers of
Ivory clouds. Flat and useless the
Heavy air absorbed sounds; the pleasure
Of the afternoon was washed away.
Newspapers lost their crispness. Words
fainted between people due to
dullness in the air. Birds halted flights,
retreating to thin curtains of shade.
There is a memory of times like this.
The experience fails to prepare us for the
next day or night when weather fails to charm.
Roger Singer 