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We lost our sky. Indy is shrouded with low clouds, the kind that shows no color or definition, clouds that blot out light, making the landscape dreary.

If this were spring, all the colors of blooming bulbs, shrubs and trees would benefit from this muted light, but we are in the days past fall, when almost all color is gone except for the grass and the litter of leaves and dead plants on the ground.

It started raining yesterday in the afternoon, and the rain continued throughout the night, making the ground spongy to walk on it.

The White River is up, way up.

On the way to work this morning, I heard on the radio a recording of Bethoveen's Triple Concerto for Violin, Cello and Piano. If I've heard this before, I didn't recognize it. It was good medicine for such weather.