Damp, the heavy air depresses trees
and pushes on my shoulders as I stride.
Each molecule seems large enough to squeeze
it like a sponge, with fingers modified
to make of morning fog a syrup pool,
to juggle water traveling in air.
Today is normal overcast and cool,
and water is suspended everywhere.

The bay and train and sky are steely gray,
and leaves are cloaked in grayish overtone.
If water should be blue, then we today
are living an old movie. Monochrome
our setting is, our camera black and white,
but for July and here the tones are right.