All afternoon, clouds formed and dissolved, the mercurial day changing mood again and again. My personal favorite arrived about an hour before sunset, when the western sky took on a decidedly stormy appearance and a fresh breeze woke the pines, while white, fluffy clouds decorated the bright blue east where a hawk soared above the green woodlands. It's definitely April. A bit of humidity has returned to the air, which makes me feel considerably better than I felt yesterday, and the night sky is now a patchwork of dark, moving forms and swaths of glittering stars, further lifting my mood. It smells damp and woody and grassy outside, and there is an occasional hint of something blooming that emits a sharp sweetness. I'm reminded that it is only two months until the jasmine blooms. I'm going out to inhale now. This is a night air that deserves better than to be filtered through window screens.