Saturday, September 6, 2025, 66.5*, 95% RH, 0738
In the 5 o’clock dark, lights flash in the driveway. Zsolt barks. My son’s fishing companion. Did I put all 3 fleece-lined shirts in the wash last night? They will take days to dry without sun, without heat. How would a blue terry robe look over jeans?
Leaves upturned, plead for water, clouds provide shade instead. I leave the door open. One by one, the three come in, look for me, lie down on their beds.
An anchor keeps us from drifting: Love hangs upon an open door.
Art: LJ Austin
