local to local
We had a short storm last night…not much rain but thunder and lightning enough to entertain. It is dark over the Little Belts now, maybe another storm is coming. The ranchers want rain. And while I thrive on blue skies, the hills are browning too soon. The wind is picking up now, but not so much that I cannot brave the lee side of the schoolhouse. A bright sun warms through the moving air. I’ve continued to read and with Dillard continue to wrestle with the particular vs. the overwhelming whole.