At lunchtime here it is dark and ominous. That thick whitish cocoonlike layer with no distinguishable clouds is above us. There is no break in this cover at all. I could hear jets, some planes earlier and strange noises. I call this sky a ghost sky, and the sounds are ghostlike also. Tones almost like panpipes or blowing into a bottle, moaning and a few crash like sounds. A tiny bit of rain no wind. It feels like nighttime. I can't smell anything but maybe my sense of smell is going. One little bird out there is trying to sing, how depressing out there. So different from a normal spring; i think i'm going to be leaving this area soon - after 50 years here i have loved the areas i've lived from Everett, to Bellevue to Snohomish to this little 5 acre wood and cabin. But i can't stand what's being done to it.. the farmers are furiously trying to adapt to new weather patterns as terrible flooding which gets worse every year but they keep rebuilding, lack of sun (greenhouses are all important now) & i'm sure poor soil to work with and ever shortening growing seasons. I can't seem to adapt so i will fight this from wherever i end up...