I was scraping moss from a rock when the first crack of thunder, followed by a not-so-distant arcade of lightning flashed its warning, signaling me .. to do what?

Passing by a bucolic summer institute on my way to work, I feel a pang at the casual attitude of all the expensive cars, littered in groups, on neatly trimmed acres of well cared for lawn…

It saturated the thirsty soil and refilled the rivers…

Never sure where I'll end up, but today, it was "Mrs. Chatfield's Farm"…

Water…

The day was a scorcher, & the second day in a row I'd had to throw food out the truck window…

I rarely throw food out the window, but I did, feeling bad as I did it…

I know it's a bad habit, this trying too hard…

The blueberry muffin from the day before was still where I'd left it, in the tray where I keep a small writing pad for important thoughts I may soon forget…

I linger in the parking lot, comfortably wedged behind my steering wheel, grateful to have a heater, and food…

I found myself at a canoe portage today, without a canoe…

Some days run like a bad movie, starting at 6 am, when the cat knocks something off the desk, indicating he needs to be let out…

"And just so you know, we add a 3% surcharge on credit card transactions" she said, while gracefully maneuvering the plastic card, much as a waitress might deftly slide a plate from beneath a diner's mouth, mid-bite…

Was it just a few days ago when in a cavalier attitude I left the house with no long underwear? ..

They were lined up on both sides of the narrow river road, kayaker types from who-knows-where…

For me, it was the first pizza take-out, in about five years…

Placing the pile of pads & lists back on the table, & shaking myself out like a wet dog, I reach for the door handle, pull, and step out onto the back porch for air…

We met where we'd always met, before our world tumbled into chaos, driving from opposite sides of the state to reclaim the tiny table against the wall, in a scuffed corner between the coffee pot, bread rack and row of plastic covered diner stools…

She said it was only her second day on the job…

Is it big snow or a mood, that arrests the inhabitants of snow land?