Semi-soggy and somewhat uninspiring. Drizzle turning to light snow.
A walk around a deserted campus, a little elfish workshopping, groceries. And now, looking forward to dinner, an episode, and reading.

Dusting Marilyn Nelson Thank you for these tiny particles of ocean salt, pearl-necklace viruses, winged protozoans: for the infinite, intricate shapes of submicroscopic living things. For algae spores and fungus spores, bonded by vital mutual genetic cooperation, spreading their inseparable lives from equator to pole. My hand, my arm, make sweeping circles. Dust climbs the ladder of light. For this infernal, endless chore, for these eternal seeds of rain: Thank you. For dust.