Sunday Morning
There’s a warm stillness in the air, fed no doubt by rain, the air is just too heavy to move, laden with moisture as it is. We expect a wet weekend, but the rain will be spotty and I doubt any of the rivers will flow because of it. Although maybe the odds will fall in the river’s favor and it will flow again, at least for a while. I think we’d need more rain than the good earth could handle to get the aquifers back up so that the springs ran once again.
Off in the distance, I can see the deer moving through the tall grass of my neighbor’s pasture. Our deer, thankfully, are still deer, wild creatures living on the edge of civilization, but moving away from human contact, skittish still. Although in parts of the city, especially on the southern edge, they’ve become domesticated foragers whose only predator is fast moving cars. Maybe it’s just the new natural.
The plants meanwhile, know it’s fall. Yellow is the color of the day, and brown. There’s still a bloom or two, but not many. The first frost is somewhere on the horizon. It may be October before it arrives, however. And when it does come, it might not be as hard as years past. The arctic is heating up faster than the rest of the planet, so who has cold air to spare? It will be interesting to see how the seasons turn.