A paper scrap while cleaning house: from sometime last year
Set to no alarm, but gone to bed early, I'd thought I'd woken fresh before the morning. Yet it was almost 9, the weather outside foretaste of the autumn to come: dark, grey, cloudy, and wet. And thunder: Rare thing! A great, awful, growling mess -- no clear claps. Lightening, too, entire white dome flickering, rather than distinct bolts.