Tuesday, September 02, 2008
FROM MORNING DRIVE JOURNAL
SEPTEMBER 3, 2002
Blue sky. We had thunderstorms roll through last night. A tornado was sighted near Brandon by the Sheriff's Department. Now it is September, now it's a summer storm that rolled through. Today seems clear as a bell. Let me ring it - CLING CLING CLING-----.
Heavy moisture beaded on the car. A smooth surface where the pond is free of algae. A blue sky on the blue water.
Not much wind in the flag at the cemetery, the wild night notwithstanding. We got an inch and a quarter of rain. The black dirt of the fields north of Fairwater has been softened. Off to the northeast, four sandhill cranes settle into the landscape as if they've been planted.
SEPTEMBER 3, 2002
Blue sky. We had thunderstorms roll through last night. A tornado was sighted near Brandon by the Sheriff's Department. Now it is September, now it's a summer storm that rolled through. Today seems clear as a bell. Let me ring it - CLING CLING CLING-----.
Heavy moisture beaded on the car. A smooth surface where the pond is free of algae. A blue sky on the blue water.
Not much wind in the flag at the cemetery, the wild night notwithstanding. We got an inch and a quarter of rain. The black dirt of the fields north of Fairwater has been softened. Off to the northeast, four sandhill cranes settle into the landscape as if they've been planted.
