Clouds cleared the skies with ragged drifters and swirling fogbanks, like smoke from a thousand small fires burned out.
More music for today: All Blues
from Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue
19°C (66.2°F) Another sign that summer’s ending: the deluge of last night tapered to a steady rain by morning. Greg Brown’s
All Day Rain
comes to mind. Listen to the CD
, and you can almost hear the porch swing creak. Now it’s faded to a cool mist.
The air is full of the smell of water. Still water – marshes, bogs, lakes lapping in inch-high waves – sluggish, lush decay. While most of the country cracks open in drought we soak under near-record rains.