Monday, October 6, 2025, 46.7*, 85% RH, 0646
A handful of solar lights come on as we step onto the deck. Stars blend into lighter and lighter hue-changing blues. Mariah sleeps, somewhere, not with the three. She must have a bed, somewhere. Soilel shines the morning golden, paints this side of a tree trunk white, highlights some of the curly fence top, stops; leaves the remaining in shadow, shines through my window to the far bookcases, creates shades of red unseen in leaves without her. Silver sky shows no blue behind the trees, the only piece of sky I can see through this window.
A new perspective comes through every window.
Photo: LJ Austin
