It’s only 62-degrees but the fierce sun has warmed us a bit, allowing some non-bundled up time.

From beneath the deck, the aroma of Downy fabric softener wafts up through the boards as some towels dry.

The clouds are particularly beautiful this afternoon, theatrically displaying the light and the shade as brilliantly lit white clouds exchange places with darker clouds. I love their high up production.

Out front, I looked at the large star on the front of the house. The original paint has peeled, nearly all gone. I always loved the contrast of the slight beige against the brick.

Now, the rusted metal on display blends in with the bricks sheltering the Cape Cod frame. I rather prefer seeing the raised edges of the crispy beige remnants that cling mightily against the strong winds that often blaze their course from all directions.

Strength. Courage. Toughness.

After trying minutes of writing, the overhead stage has already changed scenes, entirely, and the upcoming scenes appear to be just as dramatic and beautiful.