Monday, May 26, 2025. 41* Sun
Dawn poked through the slats of window blinds at 4 opening my eyes. As anxious as I had been to see the first snow, this morning I moved toward sun, toward warmth, toward the unknown. Didn’t notice the temperature as I stood on the deck enthralled by that shining orb. Took so many photos, you’d think Sol was a lover. Birds gently sang; a song absent in snow.
Yesterday I would gratefully have been immersed in the river Lethe, the river of forgetfulness. I thought it might have the power to drown not just take away memory.
Sunrise can be foretold, charted, looked up. Grief is none of those.
Photo: LJ Austin
