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First off, let me say that I had no idea there was something so wonderful in Butte County. To think I've lived here all these years and never heard of the Sheep and Goat Unit!
Second, there is indeed weather. Before dawn, the air took on the scent of fog, though the fog was barely visible— no more than a hazing of the lights of houses across the alley, and the vague sense that the ghost of a ghost's shroud was drifting among the trees. The trees themselves were silhouetted by a sky that the westering moon brightened. The air was very cold. I didn't stay awake to watch the clouds thicken, or to see them turn mauve with dawn, though I might have dreamed about the scene that passed as I slept.
I woke to a gray afternoon, which turned blustery as evening arrived. The wind brought the first raindrops, and they have fallen intermittently since. The wind has died but left occasional chilly breezes to remember it by. The roof has two new leaks. Ah, well. Winter is nearly half gone, and I suspect a hot and fire-prone summer will soon enough make me regret February's passing. I can live with the leaks, and the flowers soon to bloom will live with the rain. It's an acceptable compromise.
Now midnight nears and I'm thinking it will be Monday and I'll have so little to show for the weekend. Monday is so judgemental.
( Sunday Verse )
Second, there is indeed weather. Before dawn, the air took on the scent of fog, though the fog was barely visible— no more than a hazing of the lights of houses across the alley, and the vague sense that the ghost of a ghost's shroud was drifting among the trees. The trees themselves were silhouetted by a sky that the westering moon brightened. The air was very cold. I didn't stay awake to watch the clouds thicken, or to see them turn mauve with dawn, though I might have dreamed about the scene that passed as I slept.
I woke to a gray afternoon, which turned blustery as evening arrived. The wind brought the first raindrops, and they have fallen intermittently since. The wind has died but left occasional chilly breezes to remember it by. The roof has two new leaks. Ah, well. Winter is nearly half gone, and I suspect a hot and fire-prone summer will soon enough make me regret February's passing. I can live with the leaks, and the flowers soon to bloom will live with the rain. It's an acceptable compromise.
Now midnight nears and I'm thinking it will be Monday and I'll have so little to show for the weekend. Monday is so judgemental.
( Sunday Verse )
