Monday, December 22, 2025, 15.5*, 56% RH, 0542
One could easily step from star to star and not fall from on high at two. Clear. Bright. By five hiking boots, maybe a jet pack required to reach visible stars. No eyes met mine. The three did not see anything to bark. We sought the warmth of coffee in a slate blue cup, biscuits, blankets.
A new dawn is coming.
Photo: LJ Austin
