Prologue: Various exigencies of late have kept me isolated so I went to the CF for an hour @ 6:30 this morning to unburden. I parked myself @ the Carlos Parnell Lopez bench, which faces NW when looking straight ahead over Phair’s Pond.
The morning introduced itself with 50% cloud cover with low, cumulus puffs with ill-defined edges in a light-blue sky. Breeze was non-existent -- it was as if a tree would be penalized if it were to stir a leaf.
I hasten to point out (admit?) that I’m like the three Chimps with their respective hands covering ears, eyes, & mouth. Not that I’ve got any wisdom to impart, it’s just that I can’t hear or see as “before,” acknowledging that I’m on the shady, downhill-side of the mountain.