Tuesday, September 23, 2025, 60*, 88% RH, 0751
I leave the three outside, sliding door open go blow leaves off the front deck; they follow the noise, noses painting the latched glass door when they find me. Golds, reds, greens unseen from this perspective last year. I scrape cream cheese frosting from the plate, gather walnuts fallen from carrot cake. Sip hazelnut from my sunshine cup.
Sky silver. A cranky Raven or two. Several long-legs roam the railing. I blow them away too. My son at work, paints a house until the forecasted, the hoped for, the prayed for rain begins falling.
At each door, each window, there's a new story.
Photo: LJ Austin
