||[Apr. 7th, 2017|10:02 pm]
There was one of those moments this afternoon when the clouds grow thin but don't open completely and the gray day grows brighter as the veil the sunlight must penetrate turns gossamer. For a moment I expected the sun might break through completely and we would get a sun shower, but the clouds thickened instead and everything darkened. Ah, well, there are enough rainy days coming up that we still have a pretty good chance of getting a sun shower or two.|
The temperature is supposed to drop another seven degrees tomorrow, and tomorrow night will drop pretty close to freezing, but then it will warm up again pretty fast. Still, it won't be getting out of the fifties or low sixties for the foreseeable future— unless the forecast changes, of course, which this time of year it is very likely to do.
Right now the rain is still falling, and the air smells of wet pine and grass. On of the feral cats is sleeping in the cupboard on the back porch, and the other is sleeping on the counter next to the sink. Staying out of the rain is obviously a priority for them. It's a priority for me, too, these days, but I can remember when I would revel in walking in the rain. How annoyingly irritable aging has made me.