When I looked again, the weather had changed. Out beyond the harbor, a bank of storm clouds had intruded, dividing the sky between winter blue and not quite black. There was nothing ragged about the boundary. Nature might have used a ruler.
No more than fifteen minutes passed before the dark had slid clear across, enveloping the harbor and the village and what lay beyond. And beneath it, the wind, and within the wind, the rain.
And all this without any consultation and with precious little notice, the weather app offering only the hedged assurance of a sunny day with the rain waiting until dark.
