Do you ever feel something in the air you cannot explain. A heaviness like a secret, hovering and waiting for you to leave so that all the special things can happen while you are not looking. That is what Fauntleroy felt like the other night. The night flowers blooming in the round-a-bout and just down the hill the ferry glowing like the Titanic in the midst of a party at sea. The path to these events lit up by the odd essence of a long sunset and solar lights, seemingly watched over by a turret tucked in the evergreens.
Maybe the whole weekend had that kind of haunt to it. Intermittent rain showers brought in by clouds so thick from the Pacific the weekend was cast in shades of gray. It's that time of the year when moss grows on stone steps, tree trunks and roofs overnight. Those clouds followed us home and it rained in the desert. Now a whipping wind has brought the beginning of April and the promise of the rogue week in April when the temperature reaches into the seventies even near the Puget Sound.
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