Marbled

[rejectomorph]

The overcast thickened and thickened and by midday had become grey masses of cloud which drifted northward all afternoon. This kept the air at least ten degrees cooler than it was yesterday. Everybody else found the day dismal. I found it delightfully dismal. I sat for awhile on the porch near the single sweet gardenia (they are pleasant flowers one at a time—it's only when they bloom in great numbers that I find them offensive) and watched the steely and silvery patterns churn above me as the sky dimmed. The clouds are still there, still traveling, and, the moon being only a few days past full, I expect there'll be some nice sky drama well before midnight. The computer gets to rest tonight. I'm out there, out of here.