Another cool fall morning ~
moist air drapes the world
in a blanket of dew that falls, lazily,
from the pecan trees in sparse droplets,
each hitting the ground with a distinct "splat,"
giving the illusion of rain.
The air feels thick and not quite hazy;
morning sun presses through
in soft rays, giving shape to space.
The squirrel's chatter is less insistent than usual.
Dogs bark, but with less urgency.
Even the traffic's hum has a gentleness to it.
I notice, with a flicker of recognition,
that even the weather has moods...
