Closing in

A heavy sweaty day. The weather sitting in the bowl of hills that surrounds Florence. As I left to get a few supplies a few cracks of thunder rang out.

A sugo of tomatoes with a little bit of beef mince is bubbling away on the stove. The night closing in slowly. The grass on the lawn springing back to life after the drought and heat of the summer. Little wayside plants on the road up to Fizz flowering in a second spring.