From Out Of The New York Mist


I was so grateful that I had an overflow crowd for my New York appearance, because it was pissing down. From my balcony, the clouds had reached down to wrap the spires of New York in their mist. 

As ever, I didn’t get to see everyone I wanted to. But I did get to spend time with friends old and new, and was surprised to see others. As ever, New York has been good to me. And now it’s off to new towns. I board for Boston in an hour, where my phone tells me I can expect more rain.  No jokes about me being an evil weather god again, please.

Why does this always happen?