Thursday, May 22, 2025, 44* Overcast
Soleil is somewhere with Sol, warming other places. Ruger sleeps beside my chair, Zsolt and Zayne snuggle close together in one bed. Seven birds greet the day, clouds of white break the silvery gray.
The furnace hums, coffee cools. A high wind advisory takes effect at 5 PM. I won’t be standing on a ladder then. “Just a morning in May” I can remember but not the rest of the song sung by Andy Williams and apparently that isn’t the title.
I cannot separate one morning in May from another. I do not remember the exact day birds began to sing. I remember their absence. I remember the quiet and wondered if it would change in this place, I’ve never spent a spring.
Patience is a learned thing.
Photo: LJ Austin
