Held home
Walking down the driveway with Karl, the nearly full moon was visible through the trees. The sunrise alpenglow had me considering a run down the road to see what morning looked like over the valley. But the moon was still high and I didn’t want to leave the woods.
It did not cool off last night to the usual upper 40/low 50’s (F) and was a balmy 67 per my home weather station at 5:00 a.m. this morning. But there were gusts of winds high in the trees and some of that breeze made it to the ground. There was something about the sound of the wind in the trees, the feel of the warm breeze and a bit of melancholy that stopped me from chasing the color and kept me on my home ground.
The upper jet blew the few morning clouds into mares tails. I ventured to the edge of the woods to get a look. I was glad I was held home by the quiet and peace of my own woods.
