The wind picked up yesterday, though the gusts were mild, enough to clear out the haze, enough to dry up the moisture.
Dawn saw wind-whipped tendrils of pink cloud, seemingly bursting from the mountains below.
After leaving the boy at the bus stop, as I headed back up the street, a flash of silver in the eastern sky caught my attention. A plane, winking like a star, caught the early sunlight as it flew out into the morning. I watched it until it disappeared.
It wasn't even a wish exactly. I just thought, "If I can only get through..."
And now I'll sleep and then it's tomorrow.
Go listen to some good music: "The Safest Way Into Tomorrow" from the album Night Castle by Trans-Siberian Orchestra.