11/11/26 7:00 47F (8.7C) AQI 29
Last night’s rain has ceased, leaving a dense fog filling the canyon.
An errant breeze twists loose a few leaves from the maple. They sway back and forth, drifting lazily to the ground.
Birds struggle awake, cheeping briefly, then are still.
The rooster crowed once or twice, late and without enthusiasm.
Walter’s intermittent barking has trailed off.
The soft, grey dullness envelopes me as I sip my tea.
Good morning.
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