Friday, July 11, 2025, 64.7* 0749
Still yawning, eyes open, not feeling vivacious at 5:30, I let the dogs out then we returned to sleep. Again, I opened my eyes, not quite focused on something walking through my line of sight on the ceiling. I thought it a spider. I quickly got out of bed! Glasses revealed a small moth. Time to stay standing, drink coffee; pull a sweatshirt over my nightdress. Routine already broken, the formality of getting dressed in everyday jeans will come later, once I retrieve them from the dryer I probably remembered to start.
I forgot to listen for birds. I was intrigued by spruce boughs atop a bare spindly trunk reaching for oak leaves, silver sky, cool breeze. Not so enamored with the air, the temperature inversion smell. I sat in the deck chair anyway.
Gratefulness will restore the pattern of my day.
Photo: LJ Austin
