Sunday, August 3, 2025, 52.1*, 85% RH, 0648
‘Just checking my pocket to make sure no pills fell out of the custard cup. Coffee in a cup, water in a glass, not good things to put in a pocket. Soleil has passed the uppermost part of my window so is not shining into my eyes.
I should stop writing, enjoy this delicious hazelnut brew at savoring temperature. I swallow my blood pressure pill...always first out of the cup. Already, the brew is cooling.
Earlier, I brushed spider strings from the fence, from the wreath of fading silk flowers. While sitting on the deck a few days past, gazing softly at everything, I heard, before I saw, the hummingbird stop at the metal star cradling a glass ball atop the wind chime. “Hello” left my lips as he hovered looking at me transmitting messages in a language absorbed at soul level.
Understanding comes when reason sleeps.
Art: LJ Austin
