To Float

People get excited here when the humidity drops.  They think it is evidence of autumn.  They are silly.  It is caused by a storm somewhere far from here that draws the humid air to it.  It will be back.  With a vengeance.

But for now. . . .

Write, delete, write, delete.

I prefer just looking out the window today.  The grass is green and the shadows are lovely.  That's all I have.  I just want to float.