Thursday, January 8, 2026, 31.5* F, 95% RH 0659
Dark. Quiet. Thoughts of what I might write vanished as the three trooped out/in. No drying required. Cup turns in microwave circles evenly reheating coffee I might drink before it is cold again. An insulated cup would be better, but I don’t like the feel of metal against my lips. Dawn reveals snow, boundaries of stream. Deck, satin glaze of rain disguises slippidy places close to the railing.
Past the curtains, past the open blinds, Thursday enters the light.
Photo: LJ Austin
