Night Fog
Wednesday has always been Hump Day, but it's not usually been as humpy as it is this fall semester.
I'll leave the house at nine and get home tonight at nine. Lecture at 11 followed by three back to back labs. And tonight when I get home, the moon will have waned two weeks since this shot was taken, hand-held, on arriving home from a meeting in town. There will be no moon, but even so, I'll stand beside the truck for a spell before I go inside. Last night, home at 9:30, the Milky Way overhead was a clear as I've seen it since the summer haze set in, back in late May, the empty darkness of the Coal Sacks the most visible nothingness, as if a million stars had been erased or painted black. A screech owl called from behind the house, and down the valley echoed the WHO--WHO WHO WHO--WHO WHO of a larger owl. Not a Barred. Great Horned, maybe? I'll have to look it up. But it won't happen today.
Today is Hump Day. And I'm already looking forward to stepping out into Hump Night darkness on Goose Creek.