Friday, November 28, 2025, 25*, 93% RH, 0649
Dropped a bottle into the recycle bin, rooster crowed. Frost. Deck slippery in slippers. From the fenced-in-land, the three keep eyes on the deck, the door, its opening. Scamper up the ramp, sit in the kitchen for a biscuit. It doesn’t feel cold. It was chilly last evening when I had nothing to lean on to shoot the moon. Dark at 5:25. I remember other mornings in Maine leaving home in the dark, driving an hour to work, leaving work in the dark to drive home; a routine familiar to many. Those days I walked for an hour instead of eating lunch just to observe the light. Soleil has come to light tree trunks, make them shiny; temperature though, isn’t moving.
To greet the sun is to know that light and life changes...to know that we make ourselves happy or unhappy with this knowledge.
Photo: LJ Austin
