a soft sky this morning, a coolness. Temperature is about 60 degrees. Humidity is high - I can see haze rolling away to the north, over the pond. Loveliness settles into everything if we don't resist it.
I'm heading north from Fairwater. The haze is a drizzle. I need to use the windshield wipers occasionally. The morning has gone darker, wet. Every song is a sad one.
All the way to work I think of nothing. Not even darkness. I am that empty against the greyness of sky.