The annual celestial shrinkage has set in. Foliage is obscuring more of the sky each night. The frequently cloudy weather had prevented me from noticing how far the process had advanced, so when I went out tonight I was surprised by the diminished sky. The twiggy outlines of the oaks have been obscured, leaving great clumps of darkness in their place. Winter's vastness vanishes, and summer's sense of enclosure approaches. I'll miss the intricate brocade of shadows decorating moonlit ground- and all the more because I saw so little of it this cloudy year. Still, it will be nice to have some warmer nights, and to go about unencumbered by heavy layers of clothing. And, of course, the foliage will provide delicious shade in which to languish once the days grow hot. I do believe I'm ready for an iced tea day. It's apt to arrive soon.