Cooler with a hazy lite fog weekend morning coffee muses.
A heavy dew covers the world this morning. Even the arms of my rocker are damp. Remnants of the early morning fog still linger as wisps in the sunlight… a haziness between me and the woods.
The atmospheric conditions are acting like a thick blanket when it comes to sound today. I hear almost nothing from the bypass. The birds around the neighborhood are muffled in their calls. Even the train horn sounds far, far away.
The red oak is showing more color each day. I’m looking forward to the few days where it will blaze in the muted sun. Surrounded by green, an orange glow in the center of the view out back. This next cool front should pull even more of the green from the leaves.
Crows are calling off to the west. Woodpeckers are calling along the bayou. The phoebe is off to the west. Mind you, I haven’t seen them, but I have heard them. That’s the way my bird “watching” has gone today.
Well, the look of the day has totally changed while I’ve composed these thoughts.
There’s about 45 minutes between the shot at the top and the one above.
The cup of muses is empty again…
