Wednesday, October 8, 2025, 63.6*, 88% RH 0554
Zsolt stands by the barrier watching the hall waiting for me to remove the separation. Zayne sits patiently behind him, talking. Rain nor dew dampen anything. I hear Mariah moving around rearranging leaves; some may be silently falling through darkness from the trees she's shaking. Clouds secure the moon shutting off her light. Still attached to the pole with a carabiner, a dangling solar light blown about flashes on my window. The camera lightens the sky to take a picture, stills the tree Mariah sways.
Scent of moisture, “rain stopping in fourteen minutes” … somewhere.
Photo: LJ Austin
