November 16th, 2009


Autumn Wood

Bright afternoon dons the gray shroud of evening, but night casts it aside to run naked, its bareness unseen in darkness. The arching sky is pinned in place by stars. A bird, its sleep disturbed by my passage, rustles a bush. Colder and colder, the breeze rises. I hear dead leaves scrape the pavement, dying leaves brush one another, filling the night with clicks. Some of the pines whisper, some of the pines moan, some of the pines wail.

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Altered forecasts now say that rain could fall tomorrow and Thursday, but that it might be only partly cloudy here on Wednesday, which means I just might get to see some sky on one of the peak nights for the Leonid meteor shower. The weather is not highly predictable in these parts during November, though, so I won't hold my breath. It would be nice to see a few of Leo's lights, though. The Leonids can show dozens of meteors an hour in a good year, and this might be one of those years. Plus, the thin waxing moon will set early that night. Aside from the inevitable chilliness, clear sky would make this a perfect year to get Lionized.

Oh, look at the lateness. I must away.