things move around

The unusual lack of rain in my life has coincided with the start of the cricket world cup. I’m looking out over the hillocky brown terrain of Spokane, where the sky, except for some broken, chrome-coloured clouds in the distance, is crisp and fresh as a laundered sheet, and following Canada’s batsmen as they struggle to make headway against Kenya. It’s not looking good for the Canadian cricketers, who are on 150 for 6 from 43 overs.

[Note that I’m following the cricket on the internet. The game is being played in St Lucia, not right under my nose in Spokane, WA].