Write four lines of prose about: the haze.
Took Max out in the orchard this morning to try to get some pictures of him with us and the blossoms. I think a few shots might turn out okay, but there's definitely a great shot of him with Kat's dad.
Afterward I went on a little road trip with Kat's dad to get a truckload of wood chips - the first of many, I'm sure. This one will be spread around our yard. The rest will be stuffed around our berry plants.
There's a haze around the moon tonight, it's following it across the sky. The moon's trying to escape it, giving it the evil eye.
But there's no relief in sight, that haze may never stop. We've colonized the moon, and our factories have set up shop.