haze

Cool and clear, but still with some high-altitude murk. I miss the deep blue of my boyhood summers, the bright sun and dark shadows under the trees.

Haze before the heat. The tulip poplar sprout in its circle of deer fence is waving its newest Mickey Mouse hands.

As early as I get up, I still feel like a late riser: just past six and the birds are already winding down, the sun glimmering though the trees—an eye […]