It’s Sept. 13 and raining. Third rainy morning this week. I can see farthest to the east, clouds lifting slightly, but the kitchen on the west side of my home still dark at 7 a.m. Who turns on the lights after sunrise in a house with many windows and no curtains? I use a flashlight to fill the coffee pot. Mountain obscured. Foggy undulations of foothills. Arroyos running red, high desert trees deep green against gray light.