Today the sky in Madrid shapeshifted. Most of the time where was a dull overcast, but at times the sun would come out and shine intensely, only to yield to heavy dark clouds that refused to rain. I felt just the same. I had a nap and I dreamed about the fiestas of a Spanish pueblo. They had let loose two bulls: one was young and energetic, but too inexperienced and clumsy to be a threat. The other was old and tired, unwilling to give a chase.

In days like these I know it's best reefing the sails and waiting for more favorable wind.