It was a warm day
again yesterday, into the mid-80s at least. The night cooled somewhat, not enough. The morning is grey with all the moisture hanging in the air.
I walk to the car. A mourning dove takes flight from the center of the driveway; it flies into the heart of the day. It cuts the sky with the noise of its wings.
The sun is a bright spot int he clouds. The air is clammy already. The day clings.
I saw a snapping turtle along Highway E a mile north of Fairwater as I came home last night. It was okay as I passed it, yet I worried whether it would survive the traffic. There is not a dead snapper out here this morning; I trust God took care of this little least creature of his.
Here and there overhead, blue sky like hope.
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