Solstice

This event is usually not a whit sunny, and Saturday's parade was the ironical event par excellence; unrelenting drizzle, with occasional wind gusts, as we waited to join the parade. Just as hypothermia appeared to be settling upon us, we got the call and off we harched. Playing and strolling seemed to warm us, and the chill wet atmosphere hastened the participants' footsteps and the naked bicyclists' RPMs. The parade was over in record time, and our embouchures sagged in relief.