Sky Fire

Day 327: A lively sky tells of seasonal transition. Mornings are chilly now at 42° or lower, and the calendar is marked not by pages of days but by ground fogs. The indeterminate month of Foggust has begun. We can hope for a brief reprise of summer, though it will not be strong or long enough to bring the tomatoes into ripeness, and it is not the sound of early bird-calls which wake us now, but that of the furnace's stomach grumbling for a breakfast of oil. Soon, the Mountain will draw the clouds around itself, and the sky will mourn the passage of warm and pleasant days with an unceasing flow of tears. Today, on this morning, the sky is alight with the embers of dying summer's fire, so let us enjoy its warmth while some trace of it remains.