It is about to storm. The leaves are rustling like seeds in a gourd, like new silk saris. Fog has partially covered the Monument, and the sky is wash of white. One cat sleeps with a paw over her eyes, and another listens, alert, to the hammering of construction in the distance. A car goes by, gathering speed. Here is the thunder, low.
Like a new silk sari! How I love that!!! Fashion and nature in one perfect sentence.
May the Fourth be with you.
May it summer bountifully!