the man in the grey hat looked unusually comfortable in the exstream heat.
I had a strange dream. I went to a dinner with a family that I did not know. The mother of the family said, 'Before we eat we have a tradition.' She presented a blue bowl and passed to each of us. Each person cried into the bowl. When we were done she took the bowl away and put it on a shelf. It was never spoken of again, The communal bowl of tears.