Waiting for the rain, September 20, 2012

The angle of light tells us that a new season is upon us, but this glorious weather has me in denial. That desperate, end-of-summer feeling has given way to a feeling akin to slowly eating a Dove Bar, every bite and calorie fully appreciated. Every day of sunshine feels like another bite of dessert to be savored with gratitude.

The woods are waiting for the rain. Crispy golden leaves from Black Cottonwood (Populus trichocarpa) are beginning to fall, and lie curled up in the path or skitter across the road.

The moon is waiting for the rain. The smoky gold-red crescent settled into the west as I drove home tonight, deliciously beautiful. I made a point to take a good long look before going into the house.

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