An extra hour

No swinging for me today in my hammock reading as the sun glistens thru the tall fall trees and winter leaves float down and scatter around and over me!

Last nite through the blackness, I saw a few sporadic flashes of light, readying myself to help in case the camper wielding the strong flashlight was looking for me and not the bathroom.

Campers never came knocking but around midnight the skies let loose, first a mighty deluge enough to inspire me to get up, venture out in the rain to put the few things I left out over night into the back of the truck.

By the time I secured my chairs, the puzzle I’m working on, my towel & sweatshirt, the tapering shower stopped.

This morning, the sky is pale, like a solid, dirty white comforter shook flat and floating high above tree tops, with not a speck of blue nor a glimpse of sun, although it is light out!

I spend my extra hour (that I’d prefer to choose to spend in bed with my lover) that we gained last nite, walking around the campgrounds and moseying down to the lake, that today gently ripples in the moist breeze.

I don’t think it will rain more but I’ll not put anything out, especially to dry, until I see the mighty sun.

The campers are quiet. A new rv has pulled in, this one a younger set with bicycles, including 2 children’s bikes. I’ll greet them later.