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.  

18:27:35 PM

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.  

18:36:10 PM

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.