These wayward tendrils of thought that skirt the edges of tinnitus and flee from the burgeoning migraine. The tornadoes bent south of us last night but the rain was heavy and devout, and the leaves of today are swollen green. Hummingbirds. The speckled kingsnake nestled in a crack in the rock wall, perhaps he stayed dry enough.
A blueing butterfly flits near the rockpile. This too is a storm.