City-cloud-scape

A close summer day, much clouds with blue clearings (I think) every so often, though I didn't go out to check. Fat flies beginning to meander into the kitchen. On my own in the house and hardly anything done, bar a run with Lola in the park. The wean driven home from summer camp/after school by Chrissy at 4 or so. When Sam came back, I went out again, into the warm evening, a short drive to Blackrock, where I met a woman, Eelin, from Singapore who was taking snaps with her phone. Clouds becoming spectacular, as they often do in the evening, but with lovely long stretch-marks which I don't recall often seeing, a kind of slow, membraneous pulling the wool.