Sunday, November 23, 2025, 22.3*, 84% RH, 0654
Zayne wanted to return to his bed before venturing down the hall. I block his path, urge him forward. He waits for me with Zsolt and Ruger. I need longer arms to reach across the three to open the door. We step onto the deck into November light seeing our breath. Frost. Solar lights about to turn off. I return to the warmth, let the dogs perform morning rituals alone, watch the sky change colors like a kaleidoscope. They return as a bundle, Ruger standing to the side letting the others pass so he doesn’t get stepped on. Treats eaten the three retreat to the sofa, water drips through coffee grounds. I put dishes away. Rhythm of morning – each morning different but framed the same…
... unless I forget to add coffee and see that I have a cup of steaming water.
Photo: LJ Austin
