Awake to Rain and Thunder

And enough lightning to see it with your eyes shut, buried in your pillows, hoping for just a few more minutes before the work day starts. What a show for the end of the fair and the end of the summer, calendar or no.

After months of perfect clouds of dark green leaves on every tree, and velvet emerald grass, everything is tattering and fraying and wearing away toward winter. As I type I can watch the cows drift across the hill outside the window and wonder if dairy farming here is wearing away and tattering as well.