It is 66 in Bariloche but 46 degrees here now. Here being 14 miles inland and away from the ocean where I live.
I live by the sea in a house that speaks or the noises outside my head speak, but are not speaking to me, at least, not as I can ascertain. I hear susurrous noises all around, coming mostly from outside. There is a pine tree outside, old, and dying, like we all are. We are all old and dying and one day we’re dead. And so much for that.
It is 46 degrees here and I am in shorts, a couple of short sleeved t-shirts, a short sleeved collared work shirt, a thick cotton cable vest, 1 long sleeved gray sweatshirt, and a thick heavy fleece cotton work vest, zipped most of the way up. On my head I’ve got my nylon work ski cap. Cotton crew sock, and black leather trainers on my feet. I’m drinking cold coffee. Amen.