Feels Like Summer

After five straight days of dark torrential downpour, hail and flooding in Massachusetts, the PRX offices are finally seeing some sun: it's eighty-five degrees today without a cloud in the sky. We promptly opened all of our windows, pale and squinting like newborn kittens.

Haaaallelujah! Haaaaaaallelujah!

Five minutes later, the large mysterious machine parked across the street decided it was high time it turned a long-dead tree into some wood chips. Metal blades and crumbling nature battled it to the end: the long, long, bitter end. We could barely hear the huge trucks and buses tearing by. "Ah! Now I remember what summer's like!" I shouted across the din.

"What?" someone shouted back.

Looks like it's time to close the windows again.