Clouds had hovered over Blanca all afternoon, and at night they finally shed a gentle rain. It wasn't even 6 p.m. yet, but it was already dark. I went out to turn the solar panels to the East, so they would catch the sun in the morning. Our generator is on the fritz, so we rely completely on the panels for the time being. That means a lot of early nights, eating dinner and reading by candlelight and flashlight, going to bed by 11 p.m. It's hard to be a night owl when you can't see in the dark.
When I went outside to turn the panels, the sky was carpeted with stars. The air was cool, suffused with the scent of sage from the rain. I looked out to the South and saw lights in the houses in our neighboring settlement of trailers and hand-built hybrid homes. I look for lights in that settlement every night. Signs of humanity in a sea of rabbitbrush and sage.
This morning, the moisture left by the rain had turned to frost. Frost delineates the beauty of each small thing; even the smallest grass blades take on an exquisite delicacy.
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