Thursday, October 16, 2025, 43.8*, 71% RH, 0627
Solar lamps run out of light. Dew falling. No stars, no ragged moon. From darkness trees begin, at least the tops, more light needed to see down to their roots and what surrounds them. The three perform a morning ceremony, return to sleep. Gray separates the darkness lets me see from the beginning.
We see the face. Do we see the person?
Art: LJ Austin
