This has been the week for weddings. Last weekend my cousin Molly got married in a Washington State Park. This weekend my other cousin Kevin gets married in his family's vineyard.
Now Jupiter is looking like Sirius did a half hour ago, and Sirius is a hidden blue spark twinkling above the power lines. The Moon is a brighish sliver, which was blueish a moment ago, ad the Old Moon in Her Arms has blendied in with the pastel sky.
The quality of the morning isn't silence, it's the small sounds in the distance. Before the crows started calling, and the neighbor's hen decided she wanted to sound like a guy. The whisper of semi-truck tires on the thoroughfare. The distant thunder of a car engine. A screen door opening, then closing. The throb of the box fan in the house, and the flap of feathered wings.
The sun hasn't rissen, yet; but the light in the sky jumped a notch and chased away any purples lingering in the dawn's pastels. Now Jupiter is the hidden spark, and Sirius is an optical illusion.
And now the birds are quiet, and the road noises are quite, and the only thing I can hear out on the deck is the quiet tap-tappnig of my keyboard and the rumble of the boxfan and 'fridge. Surprisingly, no freight train has sounded its whistle.
I can't see -- no, wait, there's Jupiter, doing Sirius's optical illusion trick now that Sirius is done with it. The Moon looks warmer, and there's a red tint coming up over the houses to the east.
There isn't a cloud in the sky. I think today is going to be very warm.