There's a Silver Stream Laid Across the Sky

It's absolutely god-damned beautiful out.  Light breeze, sunny, temperature in the low 20s.  Perfect Sunday afternoon.  About all that could be asked for would be perhaps a bit more wind, as I'd love to be able to get my kite up.

Most of the afternoon was spent on the balcony getting funny looks from the people walking past.  (The fact that Becca was wearing my Soviet officer's hat in order to keep the sun off her eyes may have had something to do with that.)  But eventually I went for a brief walk later, and went past Queen's Square (if that's the name of the park, I can never remember).  The swimming pool's been all torn up; no idea if they're just going to fill it in for more playground equipment, or if they'll be putting in a new one.  (The building beside it is gone too.)  The courts were all full, as well as the baseball fields.  When walking past one of them, I couldn't help but notice that people using it were playing cricket.

Now, the question is: why am I even bothering to be inside right now?