Field guide No. 657
Fog weighs on the fence
Heavy weather, literally.
A thick bank of fog rolls across a wet field and leans on the barbed-wire fence, sagging the wire and pushing the posts over. The field beyond is fine, for now.
Field noteMist is water too light to fall. This bank has the weight of a herd and leans on the wire like one.
Also possible, also breaking physics
First light insideA raven holds the setting sun in its open beak. Evening has been delivered early.
Wave ceiling over an empty courtA green wave arches over a tennis court like a roof. Nobody is under it, and the net is intact.
The unpicked noteSeeds get into pianos and some will sprout given light. Nobody has watered a Steinway yet.
Starry night pockets beneath daylight cloudsNight comes all at once. Under these three afternoon clouds hang funnels of starry dark.