Monday, July 28, 2008
FROM MORNING DRIVE JOURNAL
JULY 29, 2002
It was a warm weekend. A sprinkle of rain on Saturday, not enough. There is some coolness to the night air coming into the house. There is some haze in our sky. We've got what we've got - I've got no problem with that.
Wind has the flag at the cemetery pulled straight out to the east. Rain spatters on the windshield. Visibility is not much more than a mile. Then the mist closes in, and I can see off half a mile at most.
Sea gulls are set upon a field, waiting for a finer sky. It looks like rain all the way to everywhere.
JULY 29, 2002
It was a warm weekend. A sprinkle of rain on Saturday, not enough. There is some coolness to the night air coming into the house. There is some haze in our sky. We've got what we've got - I've got no problem with that.
Wind has the flag at the cemetery pulled straight out to the east. Rain spatters on the windshield. Visibility is not much more than a mile. Then the mist closes in, and I can see off half a mile at most.
Sea gulls are set upon a field, waiting for a finer sky. It looks like rain all the way to everywhere.
