Sunday, September 21, 2025, 32.0*, 82% RH, 0545
Zayne runs, jumps for a clear view of the dark beyond chain links that bind him. Coyotes sing. Battery for my heated vest, zero charge. Fleece sweatshirt, in the wash, will shrink in the dryer. Orange creeps from darkness into sky. Solar lights flicker. White-throated Sparrow, Red Crossbill.
Coffee drips. I turn the heat on, not the make-believe fire. The three return to sleep.
The dark beyond is not for our eyes, we must be accompanied by light.
Photo: LJ Austin
