Thursday, October 2, 2025, 32*, 75% RH, 0632
We cross the threshold into the second morning. Mariah played with leaves yesterday tossing hundreds to the ground. Dew, unseen where I lay my phone on the railing to capture bird sounds. None. Hazelnut in a slate blue cup, three sleeping, furnace heating. The Last Rose of Summer: Common Evening Primrose blossoms into Autumn. Soleil changes the landscape just by being.
May you know it, may you recognize the holiness of being.
Photo: LJ Austin
