Friday, January 9, 2026, 16.7* F, 88% RH, 0740
Like dried polish waiting for a cloth or brush touch to shine, frost dulls all it touches. Soleil peeks from behind a tree, begins shining fence, car, railing, branches. Like blue mountains in the distance, edged in white against pink: sky. All is quiet. The three sleep. Coffee cools.
We have opened our eyes to possibility.
Photo: LJ Austin
