The haze has been so thick today that we’re moving through a sepia-toned photograph. The light’s flattened everything into two dimensions, and the colors are all tinged with golden brown, so I can be nostalgic for today.
We did get our rain. It stopped so early, though, that this morning there’s nothing but dampness (not “wetness”) left. But I’ll take it.
In the gray hour before dawn, one frog creaks (in November? yes.) Another answers, slowly. The dark fir nods in agreement. Clouds move like smoke to the East.