Clouds grew sheer and draped the sky in pale silk stranded with moonlight. Stars returned for the first time in days. Today, the valley will be a place of fog banks haunted by the grey ghosts of trees and houses, and the sunlight will flood our mountain fields that were so recently flooded with rain. Clear night has drawn what warmth was held here by the clouds, and even bright Venus seems to shiver before the dawn. I must sleep, that I can wake before the day is too far gone. I want to see the buds now forming at the twig-tips bright under blue sky.