Tuesday, December 9, 2025, -3*, 64% RH, 0805
Minus seven before the clock reached five. I stood behind glass watching their breath in clouds around them. The three did not spend long outside. Ice sharp as broken glass, Zayne’s blood dotted the fenced-in-land as he ran yesterday. Humidifier condensation freezes on windows. Blue skies urge Soleil to stay. She doesn’t look through windows nor come inside to look at books.
Bless those who must be outside.
Art: LJ Austin "Yesterday's Poem" 2024
