Thursday, September 11, 2025, 42.2*, 89% RH, 0710
Disturbed by “Have a good day. Be careful.” The three settle again to dream. Ruger comes to my door. Wants to know why I put so many things on each morning. “Why do you have to tie shoes, use inhalers?”
A Blue Jay spoke to me, perhaps he was talking to himself. Maybe he was adding his designs to the opening view, the best path to the stream the would-be pond. Zayne ran, bounced around the fenced-in-land, stopped to look at the deck willing Zsolt to run with him.
The only will we control is our own.
Photo: LJ Austin
