Thursday, October 23, 2025, 38.6*, 95% RH, 0618
Without a sound silver appears behind limbs. Jeans, sweatshirts in the washer – the only noise so far. Most solar lights no longer shine dusk to dawn. I turn the porch light on. Now a hint of orange on the horizon, darkness below. Leaves pattern the deck, the railing. Orange weaves like a ribbon through the silver.
Yesterday, Merlin listened for birds. I stood by the hole rain opened watching movement, the stream flowing perhaps something swimming. I can’t see clearly that far. Tiny circles grow larger. Is something jumping? Are leaves dropping rain? My music of morning, the music that distracts from the ringing in my ears is updating? More light in the sky, more orange, dark gray.
Morning needs no music to reveal each moment.
Photo: LJ Austin
