Saturday, November 15, 2025, 29.2*, 75% RH, 0741
Warm without a coat over flannel gown, in the hours before dawn, solar lights shine. Only the eyes of the three, meet mine. Propane surges through the line routed under my room, a heartbeat that warms the house, distracts, compels me to listen, to count. Biotin, tiny football pill missing from my dish, will have to take B7 later. Blinds closed against glare, sun lights blue cloud-smattered sky. Mariah plays with trees without sighing. I don’t ask Merlin to listen for birds.
The quiet of winter is arriving.
Photo: LJ Austin
