A crashing thunderstorm moved through a few hours ago, bringing an intense, but short-lived, deluge. Since then, light rain has been falling.
I walked out into the early night. The pavement and lawns are shimmering in the light from streetlights and porches.
The trees loom over the house, tall and dark against the gray sky that is sending tiny droplets down, pinging with cool wetness onto my skin.
From all around comes the sound of cicadas and other insects, it is really quite an amazing chorus by unseen musicians. The sound permeates the night.
I walk up the drive and find that spiders have laid a few silk threads out in my path. How do they do that, stringing a fine hair of silk out six feet off the ground and across the drive? Have I ruined their evening's hunt with my clumsiness?
Inside the house is snug and warm, but not nearly so interesting.
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