I traveled through a fine, cold mist all weekend. Unlikely temperatures for June, more appropriate for November, led to extra layers of clothing and the type of introspection befitting autumn.
My rambling took me to a friend’s house last night where the neighboring house, a foreclosure with a sheriff’s notice on the door last time I visited, was gone now, wiped away with just a flat house-sized rectangle of dirt and some straw laying about.
And my rambles took me with Katie and Lola to my parents’ house tonight. Gray skies and such a chill, we ate hot dogs and grilled vegetables at the kitchen table.
Parched trees drink up rain
Darkest green I ever seen
Gray skies all above