Inconstant March concealed the sky today, and even left a sprinkling of rain to send the late evening birds scurrying for their nests. Until then, there was no dampening of avian sprits, as the gray afternoon was filled with bird songs and the air alive with their fluttering wings. Neither was the sky a uniform gray, but shot with silver drifts of light which played across distinctive clouds whose presence held close to earth what warmth of sun they had allowed to pass, lending the day a tropical quality which was yet wintry. (This is merely an ornate way of saying that it was a bit muggy, but cool.) The clouds did not disperse with nightfall, so I don't know if I will get to see the full moon tonight. If it does emerge, it will be in its most splendid setting, hanging amid the flying wrack of a stormy sky. I'll keep an eye out for it.