Uh oh. Somebody has dropped their soccer drills. What’s the team practicing instead?
In the pale early evening sky, a pale very nearly full moon appears.
Thousands of powdery whitish-blue insects float ever upward. Only today – they were all born at once and they’ll all be gone tomorrow.
What a retro classic. Doesn’t that look like a car Mrs. Robinson would drive?
The spiders have gotten out of control. (Note: this is on Woodlawn Ave. N.).
Overpowering scents of freshly-laid mulch, wood-smoke, garlic frying for someone’s dinner.