No rain, after all, and the clouds have vanished in the night. Still, the air smells wet, and there is enough moisture to make a bright yellow haze around the fading moon. The valley is expecting clouds today, but here in the mountains it is often sunny even when the valley is cloaked in fog. It will be hot, either way. Getting toward summer, and the days will soon bear down on drying fields and the nights will be filled with the constant sound of insects. I will dream of these cool nights, then. I will enjoy them while I can.