The wind come up and the thunder with it, a storm just below us on Pine Mountain shoaling clouds into the heat and the blue here. I have not heard the leaves stirred like this in sometime. That was back in March. So I put up all the saws, the boards, the tools, vowing one day I’d have a place for them and wouldn’t have to put them under cover when the threat of rain was close. But it won’t come here, I think, the storm won’t make it. We’ll get the cool wind from Pine Mountain, we’ll get the clouds shoaling, the ones empty of water now, and the leaves acting so damn serious about it all.