The Sunday walk starts cool with a bit of sunshine...
the temperatures dropped last night to 47 degrees.
By noon, the clouds start to roll in,
soon followed by the daily drizzle.
And a child shall lead them...
"Grandma, where is your umbrella?"
And he did!
The drizzle grew to the point where if you had remembered your umbrella,
it was open.
That's a day.
Time to return to the apartment for a warm cup of coffee.
Stay dry, stay warm my friends.
CCjon
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