It seems to have been a day of extremes today. Periods of sunshine stitched together with heavy bursts of thunderous rain from the blackest clouds. I watched the rain falling at work this afternoon and I haven’t seen such a fury in the elements for the longest time. Water drops bounced and ricocheted off the floor like liquid bullets fired from a celestial gun lying black and malign, smoking overhead. Then clouds open again and sun shines forth and a wonder of seven coloured bows lies across the horizon to enhance the extremity of the day. Then just as abruptly the clouds thicken and standing shoulder to shoulder sling bolts of lightning sung on the roar of thunder. The wind sweeps fast and furious across the land emanating from the northwestern reaches of the watery sea and its breath reaches into all the humid and heat-closed alleys and blows away summer for a brief time. Trees become huge ships afloat in a reckless sea, their huge green sails billowing into the freshening wind. It is truly a day of the valkyries and I hear their calls as they fly through the sky toward the deep crimson dusk.