Wednesday, October 22, 2025, 41.3*, 95% RH, 0650
Chain links disappear or have yet to appear in the black and white time. Fog seeps through trees into the pond. Traffic noise. After Chris drove away, Zayne nosed his way through the barricade. I open my eyes, see his black and white face almost touching mine. Stealth dog.
Not all things are black and white. Some are.
Photo: LJ Austin
