Saturday, September 27, 2025, 46.4*, 95% RH, 0621
The three inspected the dark, went back to sleep. Dawn revealed glints of light on water, red leaves. Green grass emerged from darkness. From my desk, I took an almost empty glass of water and last night’s teacup, walked through the hall toward the kitchen guided by night sensor lights. I stumbled. Fell against the kitchen counter not sure what happened to the almost empty glass of water or the teacup no longer in my hands. I didn’t hear anything break. I realized I had almost stepped on Ruger lying in front of the sink instead of his usual place on the sofa. We are happy to both be a little bruised not broken.
Obstacles are not always where we expect them to be.
Photo: LJ Austin
