Sunday, December 28, 2025, 5.8* F, 65% RH, 0807
Solar lights shine creating halos while the sky paints orange the eastern portal for Soleil’s arrival later. Ethereal this birth of morning as if no one lives under purple-hued sky colors of a newborn. Later, when Soleil arrives the atmosphere displays our breath showing what a miracle we are.
No more heat in it, twice burned fumes expelled an apparition that stands on the ground yesterday disturbed by deer climbing boulders holding filled-in land to scratch snow down to grass thankfully not interested in blueberry bush branches. Zsolt barks, the others join him barking excitedly rushing to see what is already gone or what has never been.
I turned yesterday, saw Bruce for a brief moment sitting in my desk chair. He didn’t speak. I didn’t go to him. I smiled. When Sasha, the standard poodle left us in Bridgton, I glimpsed her everywhere.
Life is experience not explanation.
Photo: LJ Austin
