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.