Another blue sky.
It seems to promise summer but maybe it's just jerking our chain. We've had these temperatures in the 30s, it's mid-30s again this morning. People are making this joke, that you don't want to sleep in on a Saturday, you might miss summer.
The smoothed fields - the sight of them moves me. Something in the blood, being a farmer's son, seeing the farmers' handiwork rolling away from me in all directions. Soil gets in your blood, you cannot wash it way.
The flag at work blows southwest to northeast lazily - what else comes from the direction tornadoes come from?