I listen to the soft stuttering of the showers, or to the drips falling from the pines in the misty intervals, and the sound is as soothing as the cool, silken air. As yet, there has not been enough rain to make the downspout gurgle or to form rivulets on the ground, but the storm may be hours in passing. There may be a gray day ahead, the sunlight muted to a pearly glow, the clear beads of water gathered on leaves and grass blades the brightest spots to be seen. One can only hope.
First Autumn Rain
I listen to the soft stuttering of the showers, or to the drips falling from the pines in the misty intervals, and the sound is as soothing as the cool, silken air. As yet, there has not been enough rain to make the downspout gurgle or to form rivulets on the ground, but the storm may be hours in passing. There may be a gray day ahead, the sunlight muted to a pearly glow, the clear beads of water gathered on leaves and grass blades the brightest spots to be seen. One can only hope.
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52/137: One (not so fine) Day
Somehow I managed to cook an actual dinner Saturday, and today I managed to wash the dishes. I was thinking I might need the dishes to fix another…
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52/132 Through 136: Out of Touch
Damn, weeks are going by like hours and hours like weeks. The clearest memory since the last time I posted is waking up from an afternoon nap (I…
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52/131: Swelter
I'm quite sure the Idernet is lying about how sweltery it is around here today. It is saying it is 88 degrees outside, but I believe it to be closer…
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