Nearing Dawn

A strew of stars undimmed by moonlight now begins to thin as shades of blue less deep invade the east. Constellations, point by point erased, hang incomplete, then vanish. The ancient details of the sky give way to those more transient details of the earth. Needle and bud and petal emerge, blade and twig are revealed, and all is as it was. In the pale light I wait for the first songbird to add its voice to the hum of breeze-shivered pine, then take the memory of stars to bed.

Unfairly Warmer

The warmth of the day might account for Sluggo's current misbehavior. He tends to have conniptions when overheated. Whatever the cause may be, he has been throwing fits all evening. I might give him a de-frag and let him rest a while.

But, yes, it is warm. It is not late March warm, but mid-May warm, or even early June warm. With the shade of the oaks not yet full, already there is weather to make dogs pant. Since winter was full of bits of spring, it would be no surprise for spring to be summery. Oh, someone has shuffled the deck of seasons, and dealt us a bad hand! I am sticky from the heat. A shower will be nice.