Still firing off fireworks outside.

Fixing a puncture in the drizzle today, a funny time to get a phone call & a text.Out in the country, near a river confluence, drizzley mist wafting between trees wrapped in moss and dead vines. Water drops grew on the trees before dropping on me, the bike and the phone wrapped in a plastic bag. The caller heard me clearly never-the-less. The puncture, though filthy, fixed well enough. I returned then.