Monday, August 25, 2025, 63.5*, 88% RH, 0647
It was dark the first time the three explored Monday. No birds sang. I don’t remember seeing stars. I walked sleepily to soothe legs aching from cramps that rushed me out of bed more than once.
To restore her shine, Soleil has taken a vacation day. I listened for unheard birds. The three explored. Mist turned to rain. We made our way inside. Not used for a while, the gray-striped beach towel waited on a hook beside the door. Zsolt leaned so hard into his towel drying, he almost knocked me over. Zayne retreated to his room. Came when called to the kitchen for a biscuit.
Our soul awakens to peace, to joy, to freedom, our brain follows shouting reality.
Art: LJ Austin
