The old hidden cemetery in the woods.
When I got up this morning and walked outside I could hardly believe I was in the same world as the one I went to sleep in last night. The temperature had dropped quite a bit and the crickets were silent. Everything was so still and quiet, not one hint of a breeze. It felt almost ominous.
It's hurricane season and that has us all on edge at least a tiny bit. Danny fizzled out but Erika is right behind him and they are saying that conditions are more favorable for the building of her strength and longevity.
Oh! The dreaded cone. Which we know means nothing and yet, we all pay attention.
And if you want to know how confusing the information on hurricane prediction is, how one model completely disagrees with another, check out this website.
It is an inexact science, to say the very least.
Perhaps it will just be a nice tropical storm which brings some much needed water to Puerto Rico and Cuba.
Only time will tell.
As with all things.
But in the meantime, it feels so nice. There is still no breeze but the temperature is barely above eighty. A virtual cold wave for us! The crickets are quieter but that is because their chorus registers the temperature- the higher the temperature, the more rapid their chirping.
Here is the formula given by The Old Farmer's Almanac to calculate temperature by counting cricket chirps:
I love shit like that. We can not only feel the temperature, we can hear it. And all of this data which our senses record is actually quite powerful, whether we are paying attention or not.
And so it goes.
I must correct something I wrote yesterday. The name of the new restaurant at the truck stop is not "Bones" but "The Bone."
Which makes me laugh and makes me think of this.
Which is my song, of course. Worst video ever made, quite possibly, but the song always makes me smile.
Have a lovely day.
Much Love To All...Mary Moon
(Not a vegetarian. But my long skirts do blow in a transcendental wind.)