Friday, May 30, 2025, 59* 0800
Neither rain nor dew fell last night. Birds sing. Soleil and Mariah are visiting other places; traffic noise is light. A morning of contemplation, a morning of thanksgiving.
Yesterday I tried to walk through an invisible screen door. It was not. Invisible. It held me briefly before we fell face down on the deck, the three watching from the sofa. I wonder what they were thinking. Zsolt was thinking that invisible screen is not a good idea. Zsolt was remembering when he tried to walk through that invisible screen door leaving an impression of his head before backing up puzzled. Gratefulness.
Thank you that I am only bruised, not broken.
Art: LJ Austin
