I know that officially back in the States it is not fall yet, still end of summer, but over here fall came like a wet blanket over a month ago. If I had any reservation about fall's arrival, it was squashed last night when I left the Royal Albert Hall to be confronted with a great grey sky blanket of rain. We contemplated waiting for the rain to slow before biking home, but after taking one look at that wet sky, it was clear there was no slowing.
Motto for the night?
At least once you're wet, you're wet.
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