Look up.
Look at the sky.
What do you see?
How does it look?
Do you think it will rain later?
Do you think anyone can see you?
How does it smell?
Do you think it will be a good day?
Do you think anyone is watching you? 
Are you watching anyone lately?
Should you bring a jacket?
Just in case.
How does the sun feel on your face?
Do you worry about the climate sometimes?
Does the weather seem different from when you were yonger?
Did you look at the sky like this back then too?
Was there anyone looking with you then?
Was there anyone watching you then?
Was the weather better back then?
Do you remember the summer of 95?
Where were you?
Where are you right now?




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The Morning Roundup

I don't want to hear any news on the radio
about the weather on the weekend. Talk about
    that.

Once upon a time
a couple of people were alive
who were friends of mine.

The weathers, the weathers they lived in!
Christ, the sun on those Saturdays.


by Gilbert Sorrentino
[from Corrosive Sublimate (1971)]

Christ the sun on those Saturdays was a daily meditation on topics including, but not limited to;
the weather, the climate, memory and nostalgia, online paranoiacs, the flat earth, and the hope/fear
that today might be the day.
Every day from October 2017 to July 2020, I took a picture of the sky above my head and posted it to the
following Instagram account