Friday, August 15, 2025, 58.1*, 95% RH, 0530
Arms holding deck railing show off water stains not spider strings. Leaves flutter. Yesterday low places natural bowls in the lawn overflowed. Beside two others in the falling-into-boulders land safe from deer and other gatherers who’ve yet to discover them, my son planted a blueberry bush (the one moved from beside the television to the deck).
Not one bird sound captured by the recorder. I expected at least the Red-eyed Vireo. Perhaps later. Perhaps later traffic and a rooster will add their sounds to Friday.
At times, all things are silent.
Art: LJ Austin
