Sunday, October 5, 2025, 41.1*, 84% RH, 0627
No eyes meet mine in the darkness watching me scanning the land, watching the three. All is quiet. Silver sky rimmed with orange. Here last night shining through trees, moon, stars no longer seen. Coffee cold steam released from the blue cup, the three in their places sleep through dawning. Music book open to “Cherokee Shuffle” my hands out of rhythm slow the tempo to ethereal.
When I moved a mat drying on the railing yesterday a fishing spider startled me. After dark, I wondered what might be between, under or inside boxes I lifted to get dog food into the kitchen. As I pulled back the covers to go to bed, a small black spider. More things finding winter places.
Appearing, disappearing the moon conducts the rhythm of seasons.
Photo: LJ Austin
