June 26, 2004
A fattish half-moon now glows in a darkening sky, bone-white over the tree silhouettes. A few ragged tatters of purple clouds remain from the afternoon thunderstorm. The rainy day kept traffic away; I think I only heard one motorcycle whining along the county road that follows the creek downstream. The morning was clear before the clouds rolled in, sunny, and warm long enough for T and me to eat a breakfast of garden strawberries, cinnamon toast and hot black coffee on the deck while watching the cat hunt bugs in the humid warmth of the tall weeds of the field.