I awoke to tiny pink clouds scudding eastward; soon they obliterated the sun and the sky became a very November overcast gray. There is most certainly a storm coming. We are settling into the new house. Fewer boxes block our way and some rooms have attained a state approaching order. We are almost at the … Continue reading November of the Spirits
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Echoes
I awoke to another sparkling early summer day, cool and cloudless. By mid afternoon the temperature had risen into the mid-eighties, and a lake cooled breeze was blowing from the west. Lake Chaplain remains cold for late June and the wind cools as it blows across the chilly water's surface. On a low humidity day … Continue reading Echoes