
The fog lifted again but the sky is still white. A weak sunlight is penetrating the overcast. A pelican has been fishing all morning. Crows rousted a hawk again. A mockingbird paused on a dogwood.

By afternoon, the sky is just hazy and the sun is casting shadows. The pelican is still at it.
Now it is getting on toward evening and the sky is blue with wisps of cirrus. All day, the air smelled strongly of decomposing leaf meal - I found it pleasant.
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