Thursday, October 30, 2025, 41*, 90% RH, 0816
November casts its sky over October. We don’t linger in the fenced-in-land. Time for gloves, for hats, for fires. Perhaps marshmallows. I think of all the people living alone. I didn’t say they were lonely, perhaps they are. It takes time to become acquainted with silence to exist in the absence of presence of voice. In dreams we gather with our pets in a sprawling house.
What I want for others may not be what they want for themselves.
Photo: LJ Austin
