There’s a freshness to the air – still riding the wave of recovery
after our summerlong dryspell. The sun meets me eye to eye, then
slips once again into comfortable grey sweatpants for the rest of
Later, the sky breaks open into an aching blue. The sun glares. Leaves
glitter against a dark gray cloud, and we plunge into cold shadow
that leaves us gasping until the sun breaks out again.