The shadows under the corn stalks start turning blue early; promising chilly starts to the ‘morrow. We’ve been waking up to temperatures between 36-38* f ( 2.22-3.33c) for the last two mornings. Although the days have warmed up to a wonderful 75-77*f (23.8-25c), sometimes, with a light warm breeze. Perfect weather!
The night grows quiet, in the way only night can be quiet.
When there is a full moon, the cats are restless, you can hear the trees creak and crack, as their rapid pulse of summer starts to shrink and flow backward; into the roots— preparing for winter. The corn leaves brush against the stalks making soft little sounds as they, too, dry down in preparation of harvest.
The heartbeat of the earth goes on, but softer, slower.
We are up and about, in the last of the full moon’s descent—morning for us comes before dawn now. Work outside shows blue-white breath, as the chill brushes our faces with icy fingertips.
I watched the moon slip behind the backdrop of the Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray. The accent is on the pah). So far our air is cold and dry. Which is good–we have pintos down — drying out, before the combine can run.
Just like an angel come to visit our earth.
From my world to your heart,