Tonite I can hear the crickets and a couple of tree frogs maybe carry on, the latter half of October. Man, it was 86 degrees F in a nearby town today, breaking a record from 1953. It concerns me, but I do not complain. I know it will be cold soon enough.
It was overcast when I got to the office this morn' about 10. I'd driven thru fog partly. The radio said a 30% chance of rain this afternoon, and it tried, it looked gloomy all day and about 3 pm a few drops fell. That was all. It rained once last week, first time in a month or more. I was out on my walk and didn't mind it one bit.
I had a mile to go and got fairly soaked under the trees. Didn't mind it. We need the rain.
The people are out mowing their grass for one last time. When the bad heat died off the grass sucked up what little moisture there was and sent up shoots. I think the people mostly wanted to run the gas out of their mowers, and I roll down the window as I pass them to get that smell of cut grass and exhaust fumes.
There is something in the gloom of the day that catches me. Like nature is planning an attack while we humans go about our created and contrived world. When the sky is overcast I can take off my shades and open my northern European eyes fully and look at everthing unadulterated, the trees, the flowers, my dirty car, my poor skin. It is the right light. It is a feeling of safety being enveloped betwixt the earth and the clouds.
My point? None. I just wanted to write something, I just wanted to struggle with my pounding head a while to see if it could create something, like those clouds worked all day to produce a few drops.