A thunderstorm rumbled through
between 4:00-5:00 a.m. It left rain behind. The street shines with moisture. It was hot yesterday, temperatures into the 80s. It is about 60 degrees this morning. A cool breeze comes in through the dining room door.
The sun tries to poke through the remaining haze, peeks at us like a man awakening and not sure he wants to get up.
A stillness to the surface of the pond. Squirrels on the roof of the house down the hill from us. The greyness above the pond is a kind of sadness. Three big trees along Washington Street have been taken down. The sky where they stood is an open question. Will our weather remember where the trees stood? The drift of snow? Dryness in the rain's shadow. Shade's coolness?
As I head north to Ripon, a light rain falls. A dripping sky.