Gloom at noon, that’s what this early May day has brought us.
Well, maybe not gloom, but certainly overcast skies, rain, wind, a cooling of the air. A bit of in-between-ness in the weather that’s left the season undefined, the world out of focus, or maybe brought the murky into its proper focus.
It’s not what I would call living on the edge, even if there is a sense of leaving the familiar … though it’s one without the thrill of chasing the unknown. Here the edge is dull, the boundaries thinned by water, and the call of the unknown a barely audible burble in the puddle.