Two out of three moons: not a bad marker for the day. Turbulent equivocation writes itself across the sky in clouds that promise nothing, despite the potential for rain held in their bellies. To the west, where the restive question lingers in clotted, darkening gray, equivocation (written across the sky) hardens into curdled promise. The winds have not changed. Much. The air is still sodden with humidity, and to the east, where the clouds are thinner (and two moons loom over the lake) the certainty of a storm does not exist. It is likely that the curdled, western clouds will rip into diaphanous shreds and fade into memories of themselves by nightfall. It is likely that the skies will pour rain (and hail) in gusty torrents. It is likely that a drought may arrive (as the weathermen predict) after dinner and stay until winter. But for now, with two out of three moons looming in the eastern sky, atmospheric prevarication is all that marks this moment… * I’d posted a different version of this image earlier in my gallery; the pedestrian in this shot has appeared (in various incarnations) in multiple posts—as a citizen of Gwot, if I remember correctly, and as…someone else. An Agaran, maybe. Or just some random guy. And now, he appears again. Here. In yet another variation of his native photograph. I’m not sure, but I think he might appear again. I don’t know when, and I don’t know where. But I get the distinct impression that he isn’t done with walking from one image to another. He may even return to yet another version of Chicago Avenue…with something else in the sky, but until then, he’s walking (westward) while the sky fails to decide whether or not it’s going to rain. * As always, thank you for viewing, reading, and commenting, and I hope you’re all having a great week.