A thunderstorm passed through just before sunset last night. It was enough to wash the tiredness from Charly's old bones - he led the pack on our walk this morning at a pace that demanded less strolling and more actual walking for a change. But I was still moving slow enough to find four fossils - I think that's a new record for one walk. They're easier to spot after a rain when the top layer of dirt is loosened and peeled away.
There was a soft fragrance in the air - I imagined it as an expression of joy and thanksgiving by the plants and trees for being clean and dust-free for a change.
The cooler temperatures carried in with the storm stuck around overnight - the ground was still damp and the grasses wet with dew, and there was even a mud puddle at the curve where it dips down to the dry creek bed. I actually had goosebumps on my legs when the breeze blew past me.
It's supposed to be another 100+ degree day today, but I do believe...I really DO believe...autumn is on its way.
