Shortly after first light, it’s a different story from yesterday. I would have said it was fogless, but in the last five minutes the ground fog has seemed to rise up from the grass like the ghosts of days long gone.

This morning multiple flights of whistling ducks flew over in a sky so dark that without their whistled calls I would have never known they were there. Yet, having heard them coming, there flight was visible as a darker shadow moving across a almost black sky. And fly over they did, flight after flight… small v’s, large v’s, medium sized not quite v’s.

A mockingbird decided to bless us with a hymn of welcome to a new day. A wren sings down in the woods. A cardinal joins in. Off in the distance machinery runs with a dull, distant roar. And strangely, cows are mooing. You would think I’d be used to cows mooing, but for some reason the cows in the pasture behind me almost never do.

The weather prognosticators had me hopeful the past couple of days. Their foretelling involved nights in the 50’s and days in the 60’s. Yesterday they called it off. Just more of the same… 70’s at night, mid 80’s for highs each day… same ol’ same ol’.

It’s amazing to watch the clouds in the sky appear and disappear as the light changes. The clouds are still there. It’s a disappearing trick to rival any David Copperfield ever pulled off.

Time to wake up another grandkid and make sure the first one up is ready for school.

Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and Pray for our Nation and the world. Be sure your vote counts. Go vote.