Monday, December 29, 2025, 27.5* F, 83% RH, 0634
Snow greets as I slide glass door to make safe pathways for the three. As if he never passed this way, my son’s footsteps of 15 minutes ago, vanished. Do they remain under the snow? One swipe of the broom with effort, I return the broom to its hook inside the door. Dense snow too heavy for sweeping. In the dark, in the place swept free of snow, ice. Temperature rising. Snow becomes rain.
At times all we need do is nothing.
Photo: LJ Austin
