Thursday, July 31, 2025, 64.2*, 87% RH, 0712
Do the three notice that grass sparsely rooted across the fenced-in land holds drops of water? Do they realize drops are also mirrors? Probably not. Maybe. The stream washed free of green is idle. Where is the Great Blue Heron? Where are the beavers this silver blue morning?
We are thankful for rain, for shelter, for another bowl of berries, for peacefulness.
All things change, magnified by the way we choose to see them.
Photo: LJ Austin
