Tempus Fugitaboutit

How do I keep missing midnight? I'm totally losing track of time anymore. It's probably because I'm spending too much time indoors now that it's gotten so cold outside. I only see the sun (when it shines at all) briefly, and almost never see the now-waning moon. I might as well be in hibernation.

90% chance of precipitation tomorrow today, 70% Monday, dropping to 40% Tuesday (head-yanking day, with any luck), then back up to 70% Wednesday and Thursday. Cloudy the whole time, and relentlessly chilly. The year could come to a snowy end. I hope that what falls from the sky tomorrow is rain, to melt away some of that persistent snow. I'm getting tired of seeing white every time I look out the window.

Alban Arthur

All afternoon, slow rain falls. Patches of sun-starved grass emerge as the icy whiteness which has covered them for days dissolves. The gray sky bringing rain is almost as good as sun. It liberates the landscape, piece by piece, revealing gravel and mud, sodden weeds, dead leaves and bits of twig— all the detritus of autumn. It livens the air, fills it with song, freshens it to a wintry scent, this anticipation of spring. I listen to the snow-melt trickle where it emerges from the downspout. The winter solstice has arrived with vernal sounds.

( Sunday Verse )