Storming 51 (Not the area)

I lay in bed this morning listening to thunder. It's been a hot and dry August. One of the dogs heard me roll over, put her front paws on the bed, and pressed my shoulder south-pawed.

Good morning.

Egrets in the rain (after coffee)

Stairs up to work

I've been working a lot lately, too much, making up a brain too distracted. Lots of computer. Lots of fluorescent light. Little time outside. An August unremarkable. 

Stairs down from work

But it's raining outside. Fall approaches. It's time to finish. It's time to step outside.

Good morning.

Soundtrack link: Pearl Jam in Mexico - that first 39 seconds of guitar