Thursday, September 4, 2025, 54.5*, 91% RH, 0705
A Hairy Woodpecker (maybe it was Harriet) welcomes us to Thursday, painted with fog, with dew. No spider strings. Two long legs cling to the underside of a solar disk well after the heat dissipated.
Unseen, perhaps looking for a place to spend the night, hundreds of geese honked last evening. Breaking branches called me toward the woods. I saw nothing. Later, we admired the garage solar, stood in its light.
Fog thickens. The three sleep. I savor coffee in a primary yellow cup, listen to the celestial ringing.
What is near, seen or unseen, giving voice or keeping silent:
clues to the mystery of being.
Art: LJ Austin
