D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

[weofodthignen]

On Friday morning, when I blóted in the park, it was so still I had no trouble at all striking and holding a match to hallow the drink. Yesterday morning I was glad I had the rest of it: fine white clouds were skating past below the puffy white ones, spray flew like fog from the hose as I watered the lawn, and I had to wrap a blanket around me to sleep. This morning the air has that autumnal tang and the potted tomatoes are slow to take up their water.