Sunday, December 21, 2025, 35.6*, 88% RH, 0805
Slid door to darkness, stepped onto a dry deck as soon as the three were out glops of rain, as if it wanted to be snow but warmth wouldn’t allow. What must it be like to fall from clouds through varying temperatures, to change shape? Is it like riding a bicycle on a hot day passing through a cool place?
Peppermint in the red cup with coffee. Yesterday while washing, the handle parted from the ceramic mug, the mug with space for whipped cream atop coffee.
Branches sway couples in an all-night dance contest getting tired. All is gray that is not dark this shortest day, longest night.
The blessings of winter begin.
Photo: LJ Austin
