Monday, August 19, 2019

AFTER THE DAYS OF THE STORMS ...


Every leaf and blade is soaked this morning. Noting is moving. It's oddly quiet after days of storm. 

I sit on the porch with my coffee, and finally the cicada begin to buzz very quietly, but still no sight or sound of a bird or a bee or a butterfly or a critter of any size or sort. 


Everything in nature is tired and sleepy from the storms, it seems. Even we people!



THE CLOSEST I CAMETO SUNSHINE EARLY THIS MORNING...