Warming

[rejectomorph]

Slowly gathering clouds brought a splendid skyscape tonight, enhanced by a moon nearly full. By moonlight, they were gray and silver. Approaching dawn now washes them with pink. Their reflected light brings out the reddish tones in the bare brown oak twigs and the trunks of the pines, as well as the clumps of dead brown needles dotted among the green. The entire landscape glows a rosy hue. Soon the rising sun will crown the ponderosas with brilliance, and the clear patches of sky will grow a paler blue. Crows already caw, and woodpeckers are chattering. These clouds will not bring rain. In fact, the day will be almost hot. I enjoy a mild day in February, but it's going to be above 70 degrees today. Oh, wretched excess! I hope some of the clouds remain, at least.