I’ve come to the University library this morning to work on my syllabus and other class documents.  With coffee.  But the peach and pink streaks of the sunrise have moved behind rainclouds, and now I can see sheets of rain falling over downtown, and these ridges on the other side of the river.  And puddles on the roof outside this window.  Ah—!  It’s very beautiful, and all I can think about is Belgium, how much I want to go, and how lovely it must be there.