Wandering Virga
“Moments sweep past. The grass bends
then learns again to stand.”
Virga hung everywhere, like curtains rippling into Wednesday. The weather rained, and threatened to rain, and didn’t rain. Probably wishing, like us, that it was June.
But the long grass was drying out despite the rain, the birds had begun to gaze southward, and a few leaves at the tops of the cottonwoods had already gone gold.
This evening’s adventure included D, S, and special guest SM. The trio collected themselves in the nearly-empty parking lot at South Boulder Creek West, and commenced a short wander.
Upward: thick grass, some flowers we couldn’t identify (without SM’s handy app), and the Flatirons watching the sky, as usual. Also some poison ivy turning red on the side of the trail. No particular fauna of note. There might have been a cow.
Downward: virga ascending. Some rocks. Hikers with dogs, hikers without.
Et voila. Another successful BNO.
