Monday, November 4, 2019

Hazy

The sky between wispy clouds was a faded blue.  I felt kind of hazy, myself, and out of sync with the time change.  The haze produced a sundog at the tip of a contrail.


I heard a distant train whistle, a barking dog, but few birds.  Some gnats or other tiny flies were in the air but I didn't see anything larger.


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