Span moths circle...

The fat white moths that sprout from elm span worms are fluttering in their seemingly-senseless circles. It's hard to believe that they actually successfully breed, given the haphazard, directionless gyres they gimbal.

Nights colder now, and the neighbour is stripping clapboard off his house. Underneath, the tarpaper is ragged and torn, and the boards are rough and nailed on unevenly. The new ranges of clapboard are tan, and perfectly-spaced.

See? I came back

August afternoon, and the grass here is yellow canes moving in one easy sweep with the wind. Nights are already cold, and the stars have started the diamond glint that says fall is coming. There is spruce smoke on the wind, and it is a familiar smell indeed.

Hello

It is what it says: 50 words or less. When I get around to it. Maybe daily. Maybe not.