A light rain this morning, almost welcome after some hot dry windy days. It's so still that even the birds are hushed. The deck is mottled, not soaked as much as dampened.
We are past the middle of June, the solstice almost upon us, and I'm still snatching summer in dribbles and drabs. Here a 20-minute walk, there a 20-minute bounce, dining al fresco on the deck.
I've found a spot in the office where I can stand and look out the window almost unobserved. I go there when writing headlines or doing other creative work. My eyes stray from the page to the trees blowing green and the clouds puffy white.
There's the summer! Right there, just beyond my grasp. One of these days I'll catch up with it.