Was standing at a corner on Piccadilly, about to cross the street a while back, after a torrential rainstorm, when a Big Pink Taxi appeared out of nowhere on my right, and a woman in a hot pink shirt got in. Pulled out my Canon and got three quick shots and whoosh! away in the wet they went.
It got me thinking about Joni Mitchell's song, and wouldn't you know: she's wearing pink in the BBC video. (Oh btw: speaking of which wellies, ended up going with the dark grey wellies with hot pink trim, btw. I really did want bright pink but was scared off by the mutton dressed as lamb thought. NEXT pair will be pink. Or blue. Or, brown paisley. I've even entered Pearl's competition, so fingers crossed!)
Was talking with Amy, at Virgin Airlines, while booking flights home to the beach house on the end of Long Island. We were saying that it doesn't feel like June, more like March. And then we remembered those glorious days during Easter, when it was hot and sunny, and how we squandered them, assumed there would be more.
Don't it always seem to go, you don't know what you've got til it's gone? They've paved paradise, put up a parking lot.