Jane said that my return has brought a change in the weather; it makes me blush and smile to think so.
London's weather is so beautiful at the moment; everything is basking in its glow. Furry buds of magnolia look so full of promise. Peonies growing by the bin smell no less sweet. Even an empty can of beer set down below a park bench looks rather romantic.
Everything is easier on days like these. I am lucky.