Tuesday, September 30, 2025, 50*, 85% RH, 0726
Soleil lays a tree shadow in the stream, the stream that says it could be a road. We’ve been outside three times, once before light when everyone just wanted to get back into their dream under warm covers. One orange leaf lets go, not far to fall, not lifted by Mariah nor joined by others. The celestial singing in my ears. There’s music on my phone that helps or quells or soothes the ringing or was until an update moved the folder. I ask Siri, “Sorry. I can’t help with that.” As she moves her light, Soleil picks up the tree shadow she laid in the stream.
The stream remembers the road, the season recalls the leaves, Soleil gathers shadows.
Photo: LJ Austin
