I Remember, Mozart, Black Clouds

1. My mom is 88 years old and talks about long ago times a lot. Today we chatted about neighbors from my childhood who had fled Russia during WW2 and eventually settled in our neighborhood. They were a quiet, humble couple who were kind to all us kids. But I mostly remember their beautiful gardens where I tasted a gooseberry for the first time.
2. Tess plays the piano and baby crawls over to watch and listen.
3. The sky is dramatic in contrasts today. Deep, dark and foreboding clouds to the west appear almost black. They are edged in bright white with sunlight streaming through to the east. I want to duck and take cover as the wind blows the black cloud overhead.