Tuesday, December 30, 2025, 20.3* F, 71% RH, 0848
Dangling, a limb conducts morning’s wind serenade flailing under Mariah’s attention. Other limbs sway out of rhythm. Stream and pond murky rusted iron against fresh fallen snow. Driveway slippidy. The three sleeping. Zayne wakes to my laughter comes to see what noise I’m making, leans close for a hug. Wants to know when floor will appear again, places to lie down in this room. Zsolt barks at Mariah warning she might want to come in.
Coffee, biscuits, sleep, typing protected by giants.
Photo: LJ Austin
