It was beyond bright as I walked the trail home yesterday. Late afternoon rays aimed right at my pupils. Blinded by the light? Absolutely. I shaded my eyes with my hand to see where I was going, especially when traipsing on a grassy berm with random divots.

Sunshine is seldom in short supply in these parts. Even in winter, a completely cloudy day is a rarity. I didn’t know that moving here. I’d lived in cloudier locales and made do, but decades here have spoiled me. Still, there are times when a buffer would be appreciated.

What I would have given yesterday for a sunshade, an errant cloud, a baseball cap. I’ll have to remember that next time.