It is with wry amusement I watch certain aspects of the city grind to a halt when it rains…even the Internet runs slower in wet weather (when I lived in the country in the last 1990’s it would actually clap out altogether).
The author brain starts to stew ideas for how rain could totally disable a city–permanently. Not flood a city, but the act of raining. But that’s for another adventure another day.
Inspired in part by the very slow drive to school on Tuesday morning and Rob Cook’s crooked post it note narrative from the same day about certain kings of England.
Pursuing Parallels 