driving across the first bridge, the sky behind is dayglo pink; the sky ahead a crystal clear blue interspersed with clouds of steel blue, lavender and white. the northern skies in between are mostly steel gray with rain falling to earth to wash away the day's sorrows.

by the time i reach the second bridge, the sky behind has become blazing oranges and peach with a haze of gray running between the layers; the sky ahead shows more of the blue, but to the south and north the rain is more bold. the vab is veiled behind a curtain of rain.

when i reach home, twilight is touching my front yard as i step to the front door and greet the fur bellies.

the rain will help the plants. i am sleepy, but i am willing to accept that in exchange for air i can breathe. bring the rain; save the planet. mother nature will have to do this for me, as my black thumbs cannot be trusted with the lives of green things. only plants that survive best when completely ignored are safe in my hands.