Thursday, December 18, 2025, 22.9*, 82% RH, 0538
Stars salt ebony sky. Perhaps they disturbed sleeping deer, perhaps a creature of the night happened by while I was putting coffee into the pot, the three barking, went back into their fenced-in-land when I stepped again onto the deck. Nothing seen in flashlight beam. Frost. No wind. Coffee drips into my cup. The three consume biscuits return to sleep. Temperature dropping.
In a couple of hours Thursday will come into the light.
Art: LJ Austin
