After I made the coffee this morning I noticed the sky in the east starting to look pretty interesting so I went down to the bridge about a 1/2 mile from home and just sat for a while drinking it in (my coffee and the scene in front of me). As Thoreau wrote in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers at this very time of year, “he who hears the rippling of rivers in these degenerate days will not utterly dispair.”