Wednesday, November 29, 2025, 30.1*, 87% RH, 0840
Brush rustles. Stops. The three inquire. Nothing seen. Red Breasted Nuthatch speaks. Frost began painting before last call. Blue sky, no companions. No song plays on wind chimes. Tuesday evening, saying goodnight, an elbow struck a tall candle holder, melted wax coated the glass dish, the candle holding its flame rolled into a pile of papers waiting to enter the shredder, gathering dog hair along the way.
In a moment light and life rearranged.
Photo: LJ Austin
