About a half hour ago we heard one loud thunderclap. A short cloudburst raised the autumn musk of decay. Now the clouds are drawn steadily east in thick wool sheets, building up a charge, but most of the action is north of us. I can see spider webs of lightning, one after another, out my office window, but I can hardly hear them, only an ominous rumble through the base of my skull.
On a walk this afternoon we found a monarch butterfly killed by the side of the road, probably by a car. It made me think of how easy it is to kill without a thought when you’re driving, and how much harder it would be to do the same thing when you’re walking or riding a bike.
2°C (35.6°F) Rooftops covered with frost! The air is still while we thaw out, checking for freezer burn. The frost turns to dew, then dries before the leaves can flutter.