Sunday, September 28, 2025, 55*, 92% RH, 0725
In nightdress before 5, I walk Ruger down the ramp--he won’t go without me. Once safely in the fenced-in-land I release the other two. I don’t look for stars. They were there last night as I watched clouds fade and the blanket of night cover the blue. Hours later fallen leaves expose more sky, silver sky. I touch the wind chime to hear it sing. A Goldfinch sings too.
Coffee in a slate blue cup cooling. My desk has been gathering trinkets again – receiver for outside cameras (on a garage shelf), cord to a fan standing in another room, air cleaner, its cord too; my sister’s heart necklace that I will never wear but I want it where I can see it. Music I’ve been transposing to the key of D Amara. Too many things are already in boxes with closed lids; the desktop can only hold so many treasures. Ruger lies in the hall watching me. The other two sleep in the room behind me.
It is easier to take a step when you know someone is beside you.
Photo: LJ Austin
