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Will it ever stop raining, I wonder? Probably not this weekend, looking at the forecast ( Read more... )

The path is not unknown.
And you still cast a shadow,
Under the half moon.
Although the stars are fading,
walk on.

Torrential rain during the night. The deluge woke me, and drew me to the window to stand watching the rain fall heavy and aslant through the small patch of light under the streetlamp ( Read more... )

6am in the forest. A moonbow drawing a perfect circle round the waning moon. Just within the faint circle of light, one star, Capella. Just outside the circle, Jupiter. If the stars and planets have taken up curling, they are not very good at it yet.

6am in the forest. Mars low in the west, an orange spark among the black pine branches. Two days of rain and southwesterly winds have washed away all the ice and snow, washed clear the sky: so clear the faint stars that make up the head of Hydra are visible ( Read more... )

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Another storm blew in last night, set the rain hammering against the windows. But it had blown itself out well before dawn ( Read more... )

The tawny owls have been declaring that it's autumn on my early morning walks these past two days, and there's a not-quite nip of frost in the air. Orion hangs above the roofs of the houses as I set out, and Sirius comes and goes, a white star in the black pine branches out in the forest. The crescent moon grows thinner, and the spiders spin their ( Read more... )

The storm cleared before dawn. A peaceful morning. Out around the forest with the stars fading. A thin crescent moon in the pale blue eastern sky. Last night's rain heavy enough to wash the pine needles from the paths under the old pines, wash clear all prints from the sandy tracks across the heath. Max is getting old. He lags behind, sniffing at ( Read more... )