METEOROLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS CONTINUE: As Mr Dylan noted decades ago..."you don't need a Weatherman to know which way the wind blows". For now, the sun, climbing out of winter, late afternoon, tippling splayed gold over the tiled roof of the neighbour's tall house. The chirp of birds, resonating on old red brick through misted trees, much like bright leaks of troponin ...The sky, a late 1970s metal blue, with some parts of the clouds lit up to be white.