You can tell when the humidity changes. Seed in the planter begins to stick and lines plug in the clinging of the seed.
Everything works perfect—then it doesn’t—and you step outside the tractor cab and feel the air cling and stick to you as it does the seed in the lines.
By all skyward appearance, it is the same air as minutes before; but sign of seed and sense when you step outside to tend tells that it is not. Change is arrived, and more’s to come. Rain and storm are out there, somewhere, encroaching in the west.