Friday, September 26, 2025, 59.7*, 95% RH, 0740
Blue seen past wet leaves seeps into white. Words heard from Downy Woodpecker, Red-breasted Nuthatch, Black-capped Chickadee and another Merlin nor I could identify. Zayne paces. Zsolt follows. Mosquitoes fly. Web inside an air conditioner sparkles with captured drops. Soleil turns her light on the thirsty pond illuminating trees. Last night as I was standing in the rain, a Great Blue Heron, unseen for months, walked through the stream.
Like an embellished tapestry, the window screen glitters incomplete. Red, green, yellow leaves scattered like toys on the deck. Some windowpanes opaque with warm breath. The pacing dogs now sleep.
We may never know what unsettles another, what sets them pacing, changing feelings often are a mystery to ourselves.
Photo: LJ Austin
