Monday, September 22, 2025, 37.2*, 81% RH, 0528
Stars light a clear black sky. Most of them still on at 4:30, solar lights shine. The three yawn. Ruger stands at the door deciding to come out or lie down. Hazelnut in a red cup, the three asleep already.
Yesterday, months of papers, formal documents found their places in the shredder, in file folders; things once important, demanding attention like a crying child, look at you now. The wooden desktop once again shines.
With stars, with papers, life seeks your attention.
Photo: LJ Austin
