Today it didn’t rain. Yesterday it did rain, but only in the Trossachs, and on the spire of Inverness Cathedral. I journeyed out in hope, but soon found the wind biting into my cheeks.
‘It’s cauld,’ said a man of few words.
‘Aye,’ I said. What would we find to talk about, if we didn’t have the weather?
‘I got off with that girl who works in WH Smith, last week.’
‘Frost predicted,’ he said.
Friday, 19 April 2013
'The Weather Forecast' by Martin Russell
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