The train was pretty full but weirdly nobody said a word and as we crawled between stations pausing at each one, you could have heard a pin drop.
The heavens opened as I stepped off the bus and added hail stones for extra measure... I squelched into college, soaked to the skin and caught the last 20 mins of a book cloth workshop.
Later we walked back to Wilson Rd (more rain..) and I sat in the lecture soggy and cold listening to talks about curating and residencies and possibilities I can only dream of - for now.
'If you can dream it you can do it'.