Once in a while I catch a whiff of wood smoke from somebody's fireplace, but otherwise the air is clean and chilly. The traffic has died down, and my only company is the cats. The hour seems later than it is. After I post this I'll probably stay outside until it gets too cold for me, or until the clouds thicken and it starts to rain. If it doesn't rain tonight it's almost certain to rain tomorrow, but it won't be a very wintry rain. I'll be very glad to have it, whatever its temperature. Maybe the sound of it will wash the cobwebs from my mind, and I'll bore myself less for a while. All my thoughts have been arid of late.
A hear a breeze stirring. Time to go back out.