Friday, October 17, 2025, 44.4*, 88% RH, 0651
Mariah blows cool air swaying limbs, dancing leaves from trees, picking them up from the ground. No birds are heard above Mariah’s sighing. I didn’t ask Merlin to listen. The three explore fenced-in-land hope to escape to open spaces when I pass through the gate to put the cart in place for food delivery.
Coffee steams in a slate gray cup. The rubber duck gives his smile to me. Only sleep would remedy this yawning. Stayed too long last night with the drum.
More sky is seen without leaves.
Picture: LJ Austin
