I go out and sit to soak up the sun. The clouds roll over me. I come in. The sun comes out. I go out and the clouds roll right over my head. I come in. I go out, the sun comes out, it seems too bright, so I go to open the umbrella, half the arms are out of their pockets AND the handle gets hung up somewhere and won’t open…then, a giant bug came zinging down onto my shoulder and scared me right off my tuffet.
I’ve come in and now the sun is bright, the clouds have moved away. Story of my day.