Monday, September 8, 2025, 48.3*, 95% RH 0542
With the rhythm of breathing, like someone exhaling on a winter’s night, steam rises from the orange cup, minuscule droplets form when steam reaches the platter desk light. Some candles glow in windows, others dark, wait for charged batteries.
Clouds paint designs on a blue sky. The deck a rained-on hue. Leaves green, air still. No mosquitoes. No songs. No spiders. Light has not yet revealed the stream.
The deep peace of morning brings healing gifts to you.
Photo: LJ Austin
