Hays Travelogue

Hollow tap, tap overhead. Gnats zigzag within boundaries of their swarm.

Waning gibbous moon hangs near hilltop. Clear sky today. Strong breeze from south.

Rain water ripple in leaf-clogged gutter. Great tit lands on broken branch.

Wind blusters through trees. Rain batters leaves. Rustle. Tap. It all sounds alike.

After two quiet days shrouded in mist a slow rain begins to fall.