The feeling that something is about to happen, out here where nothing ever happens… or so the city folk say. It’s the cast of light, I think: a mid-afternoon in mud season. Or my cast of mind as we plunge into a new Cold War.
bare ground again—
game cams facing
this way and that
Woodrat photohaiku 
that waiting time, I think, Dave. In-between seasons, in-between years and all the rest. I think all of us are feeling that right now. I don’t comment often, but I read your morning words all the time.
Thanks for reading and commenting. I think you’re right.