August 4, 2026

Good morning!

It’s Tuesday. Our parched world got a breather yesterday when a dense fog rolled in overnight and brought with it a welcome rain.

What a luxury to hear the swish of tires on wet pavement, to hear dripping in the gutters, and to see that everyone, including this sleepy bee on the soapwort, decided to take the day off.

“See how all things are at rest—
darkness and morning light,
blossom and book.”

—Rilke

Onwards,

Clara