Finally, some weather!

5.30 AM. The aspect of the river changes continually, deep hues of purple and emerald green, then silvery, then dimly bleuish, streaks of sulphurous yellow. Molten amber, wrinkled aluminum, mattened lead, mercury, glass...

High water. Whenever a ship passes (not often, at this hour), the rolling billows of its wake crash into the reedbeds around me with sound and fury. They never reach the surface of the jetty on which I am installed, though. (No, they did, just once, years ago. There I was grabbing all my stuff from the ground around me (you can see the wave coming), and feet up as high as possible, and the river washing under my folding chair).

Half an hour later the first drops fell, at last! Yes, I had to tuck away my paper in a flash, and had to take cover under my umbrella, but only for ten minutes or so. What the rain does to the river and to the sky, I am quite unable to put into words...

 

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