Wednesday, December 17, 2025, 29.9*, 81% RH, 0632
According to pattern, this morning by two degrees, temperature dropped. Through closed blinds sky gains light with a touch of orange. The three sleep. Through darkness at six, not seeing anything, no eyes looking at mine, no breaking branches, no sounds I returned to my desk with coffee; drummed All Creatures of Our God and King thinking how it will sound recorded; chorus of alleluia layered as a round via digital magic. Perhaps later birds, rooster, traffic. Now, ringing in my ears. I wonder if dogs experience this sensation.
As Cass Elliot sang: “Make your own kind of music, sing your own special song.”
Art: LJ Austin
