The air is cooler, washed clean by thundershowers last evening, a beautiful morning coffee muses.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not “cool” out, just cooler than the past week. More clouds are heading north from the gulf. The weather prognosticators have even changed their foretelling of things to come. Thunderstorms, a chance they say, today and starting Thursday, for days on end. A summertime pattern of weather that was. A pattern we need for the health of our ecosystem.

When I came out of my bedroom, Cameron was sitting watching the YouTubes. When I asked what’s up he said Doctor’s appointment. He and his mom just left…

Birds are happy this morning. The song coming out of the woods is constant. And repetitive… even the peacocks are calling for help this morning.

It’s morning train time. The first train of the morning is coming up from the south. Horn announcing it’s progress as it passes the crossings. The rumble of steel on steel, coming closer, rolling in and out of our consciousness.

Half of the sky is blocked by a large, white mass of clouds… building higher and higher over my head. I would not be adverse to seeing rain falling in this morning air. I hear a few frogs calling from the woods… a sound we used to hear much more often when the woods really were woods.

Every night before bed, I step out on the back porch and stand for just a few minutes. Mainly I’m checking for fireflies and other assorted signs in the night. I usually stand until I see at least one blinking light in the air above the grass. And seldom is the night that I don’t see at least one… nature manages to preserver. I can only wonder… for how long?

Once again, my cup is dry.