This morning, just after it opened, we went to the gym. An hour-ish later, as we quit the facility, we saw the townspeople milling about.

There were rows of folding chairs, a patchwork quilt of blankets spread upon lawns, and fire engines armed with candy to throw toward very suspecting children.

We also saw charcoal clouds, and breathed in the scent of the incoming storm...Miles predicted, accurately, "It might just rain on their parade."