It is a cool morning (68). The moon is visible through the tree out back, the sky is turning pink behind me, and a jay screams to my left. I hear the roar of ac and traffic. Since Loop 288 opened up, our quiet has faded away. A train is heading through north of me as well.

I think I have the cardinal directions established, at least here at home. It has been cool enough the last few days I was able to skip watering plants yesterday.

Fall is definitely on her way.