Friday, November 21, 2025, 23.8*, 86% RH, 0802
Frost lingers. Bleached limbs fallen look like snow. Silver sky accompanied by clouds, traffic noise. People coming. People going, like virtual friends. No watch ticks, no clock makes a sound. Refrigerator randomly releases cubes. Movement can barely be seen through camera lens as a sheet of ice settles across the stream without wrinkles. Perhaps melting will begin.
Soleil rises from her clouds.
Photo: LJ Austin
