Friday, June 20, 2025, 71.7*, 0856 Muggy
I didn’t hear any birds, just opened the door for the three. Went to find orange thread to mend a dress, a belt loop precisely. Do I even have orange thread? That’s not a color I usually wear but, I have this dress. It’s orange. Perhaps it’s rusted red? Burnt orange?
Zsolt muffs at something; okay let’s say “Zsolt blusters” at something. That’s the right word – “talk in a loud, aggressive, or indignant way with little effect.” The things he seeks to protect me from, things the other two ignore. Zayne stands beside me with a quizzical face asking if he should be afraid of whatever Zsolt is blustering.
Seek the pack leader for wisdom.
Photo: LJ Austin
