" Brooding weather all day, then a furious downpour, then brilliant late afternoon sun, the air crisp and clean and everything dripping happily, all creatures emerged blinking and capering, the sky crammed with wheeling swifts, you could see for miles, the air so freshly washed that your lungs grinned. You know what I mean. "

― Brian Doyle , Leaping: Revelations & Epiphanies