Saturday, October 4, 2025, 43.7*, 85% RH, 0718
The three explore fenced in land sniffing evergreen-scented air. Fresh shredding, still a mystery what raised welts on Chris last night. I watch orange through the trees glowing becoming a ball of sun. Merlin listens for birds, interrupts picture taking to tell me he hears one.
Hazelnut cools in my red cup. I can’t leave the deep sound of the drum alone, I keep playing Calmness with silicone honey drippers instead of mallets, instead of writing.
There is more than one way to be quiet.
Photo: LJ Austin
