Raindrops bouncing off my fire escape. A slow shutter speed made them look like little fireworks.
We've had some apocalyptic thunderstorms this week, with thunder exploding out of nowhere, rattling the windows for twenty minutes or so, then disappearing. The sun comes out, shining genially as though nothing's happened, and the annoying ice cream truck on a nearby street starts playing Pop Goes the Weasel again.
An afternoon on Amazon Prime
An evening curled up reading
That's the way the lockdown goes
Pop goes the weasel!
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