A hurricane blew through yesterday, or the remnants of one. Zeta. So many named storms this year we’re into the Greek alphabet as well.
It rained all night and all morning. In the afternoon the rain stopped and the wind blew. Not too bad — maybe 20-30 miles per hour for a couple of hours in the late afternoon. Garden plants whipped and bent, trees swayed, and leaves broke free to soar out of our yard and out of sight.
Then the stratus clouds cleared, and compact cumulus clouds popped grey against a blue sky. I made salmon and salad and risotto for dinner, and afterward, after the sun had set and the moon had risen, my husband and I went for a walk around the neighborhood.
A couple of small elongated clouds hung in the dark sky. The clouds were lined in silver-white, backlit by the glowing moon. The sky was midnight blue, and stars twinkled overhead. Bright moonlight cast dark shadows on the silvery-blue street and cast eerie light on tombstones, skeletons, spiderwebs that stretch between trees, and witches stirring a cauldron.
The moon will be full on Halloween this year.
Butterfly Mind 