Category Archives: Weather

At 9 a.m. the sun’s a silver plate suspended in the fog. The air is chill and laden with the saturated weight of hanging water. Distillations fill the spaces in between the blocks and bricks that pave the way I … Continue reading →

In spider season, when the webs are strung across the porch each morning – sticky floss like gossamer against my face among autumnal dawning air – when oak leaves toss with sycamore and bay in gutter pot pourri, it’s then … Continue reading →

Elsewhere, the sun is shining and the men will barbecue this summer afternoon. But here we’re chilly overcast again and even though it’s full tonight, the moon won’t penetrate our evening fog (its glow will be a smudge upon our … Continue reading →

They say we’ll have a wind today. We’ll sit beneath immobile haze between two highs. Your head will ache; you’ll have a coughing fit. And more’s the startle that these facts surprise. Is anyone awake? Why be so shocked to … Continue reading →

Disarming day too beautiful to hold in words or frame within a camera lens, I walk in loveliness today cajoled by nature, stunned beyond the scope of men’s associations, women’s earnest groups. The carat raindrops bead the sculpted trees, and … Continue reading →

The hissing kiss of tires on the street is first announcer that the rain’s begun, and then the runoff fuels the creek to meet the thickened sky that gray surrounds the sun. I witness winddrifts – red and yellow leaves … Continue reading →

September Sunday sunlight shining through the windows, marks each streak upon the glass. It makes the murk apparent in the view; it webs the air with motes and dries the grass. So what should light my joy invites my eyes … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

The sky is mist or fog or overcast but nothing azure radiates today, and nowhere here have vernal clouds amassed so I am blue from breathing under gray. “I love the fog and I don’t miss the sun,” are words … Continue reading →

A seam of spring infiltrates here, and now the princess and magnolia trees invest the light with purple pink and pearl, endow the eyes with bright horizon. Weather-blessed we move this morning in an atmosphere as clean as melting ice, … Continue reading →