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Today is different. You can feel it, smell it, experience it. Sometime after I was awake in the night but before dawn, the weather changed, the front moved, whatever. Dawn was a wedge of fat light where the clouds stopped. The sky is changing now, sometimes that scrubbed blue, sometimes gray with scudding clouds. The light is still low and yellowed. Because the leaves are still green, there's a bouncing intensity between the mown grass, the trees, and the light. With the stiff breeze, it blows the cobwebs out of my head. This is good because I'm preparing to write and need all the numbers of the day job cleared out of the corners, swept up into the dustpan and thrown to the wind.

Yesterday the ambient sound was Rt 7 due to an inversion and the dew was heavy. Still. Today the ambient sound is the swish of the wind in the branches and there's no dew. It's less damp and what remains is mixed in the air. The light comes and goes as the clouds do. This is a morning that warns the first frost is coming. A good day to restack the woodpile that fell over. At some point today, I'll be looking for a reason to move. Already made a list of what's needed from the store, made eggs for breakfast, had my coffee.

Frog Out

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