11/10/26 6:15 46F (7.7C) AQI 88
A thin fog, wet and temperate, drapes the canyon.
It rained most of the night. Water drips from the trees, tapping on fallen leaves.
Frogs are croaking in the mist.
A great horned owl calls mournfully from the dark trees down by the creek.
A solitary crow flies by unseen, rasping a salutation as it passes.
Good morning.
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