Humid

This isn't what I had in mind, weather-wise, either. Sunny, breezy, and warm, please. Not humid, overcast, and still. Sheesh.

Thanks for your great comments and suggestions on my poems, ladies. They'll be a great help at editing time.

June 19--Eugene Delacroix, The Shipwreck of Don Juan. What is it about certain people that draws others to them? Look at the people in this painting. See in the right corner of the stern of the lifeboat? That's the captain. You'd think that the survivors would cluster around him for security and comfort but they're not. They're clustered around that guy in the middle holding his hat in his lap. The others are looking to him, crowded around him, reading out to him. What power does he hold? What do they see in him? How will he save them on that featureless green sea?

Eh. I'm blaming the dreary day.
--Barbara