Another brisk morning.
Temperatures in the 30s. Another end of another month. It is the end of eleventh month of the first year of the new millenium. Another month and it will be the end of the year. Another month, days will be growing longer rather than shorter. Will the last remaining month be as mild as this past one has been? One doubts it.
Very wet and rainy and grey this morning. The drops of rain small, constant. The flag at the cemetery blows east to west, then in a moment northeast to southwest, then east to west again.
The shine of rain on the asphalt, almost a mirror, as if the day is standing on its head.
The asphalt shines,
Almost a mirror.
As if daylight
Stands on its head.