Monday, July 21, 2025, 59.9*, 0634
Life a rich coffee blend. Earth in our fenced-in-land revived, no dust will fly today. Caressed by sun, leaves like polished Sunday shoes lined up in the hall. Jewels on chain links, raindrops sparkle the fence. Ribbons of white drift through sky, celebrate rain. Somewhere, midway up the drive an Eastern Wood-Pewee sings. I want to drink each drop of morning.
First sight, like first taste—rich, dark, grounding.
Be still. Be here. Begin.
Art: LJ Austin
