Friday afternoon an odd atmosphere in the office - expectation, anticipation, almost expiation.
The May Bank Holiday weather disappointing, or rather reassuringly consistent in the way it disappoints.
On the drive home I turned off into the little lane that gives a view of the mystery hill.
Cold for May, dark grey clouds massing in the distance.
But where I stood there was bright sunshine, entirely without heat.
And the combination of sunlight and cold air seemed to aid my eyesight so that I could see clearly through the veil of haze that usually occludes the view.
I'm not sure what it is that I am seeing.
All I know is that I can see.
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