Still Days and Shifting Light at Home

Didn't go past the backyard today, and that felt right for the week — a few still days in a row now, no wind to speak of. One noodle drifting in the pool from whenever anyone last swam, both umbrellas cinched shut. The hills past the fence sat behind haze most of the morning, there and not there.

By late afternoon I was down at the bed along the fence where the foxtail ferns are. Some of the spears are going yellow at the tips, but most of them are still pushing up green, and the sun went down behind the far ridge while I was standing there.

The sky finally did something after that — small clouds in rows, rippled like sand at low tide, running all the way down to the fence rail.