This morning, the twilight revealed a raft of mackerel clouds, with a pale moon behind. The light wind from the North was chilling as it drifted across the local lake.
As the day progressed, clouds thickened from the Southwest; and this evening, the clouds were heavy, with rain on the way.
I stepped outside a few minutes ago to observe the early night. The clouds are low, and the night is still.
Overhead, I heard the honk of a solitary goose calling to a lost flock. The call was frantic, and I listened until it faded in the distance.
This a first for me. I've heard geese in the night; numerous calls as they flew overhead. It was saddening, and sobering to hear the forlorn call from the single goose. I can only hope it finally finds the flock it lost in its travels.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.