9/29/25 5:30 57(13.8)
It’s dark, starting to sprinkle and presumably overcast. The weather is changing.
No wind stirs the air but occasionally an acorn let’s go and plummets rattling through the branches to smack the ground.
Far up the canyon I hear dogs barking.
A jet rumbles overhead, a car rolls past, then is gone.
And the crickets, always the crickets.








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