Thursday, October 9, 2025, 36.1*, 92% RH, 0647
Side by side, standing in the stream two white cranes or is it merely the reflection of light? Pink clouds, blue sky, Mariah plays with leaves. I sip coffee while it’s hot; look at the sky, ignore the page. The three sleep. Mornings of sitting comfortably outside are becoming mornings in a chair with a blanket, the view divided by six windowpanes. Soleil lights orange leaves for a while. Pink clouds fade to white.
Like a pink cloud releases its color, our lives fade into each other.
Photo: LJ Austin
