Wednesday, January 14, 2026, 36.8* F, 94% RH, 0621
Ice cracks under Zsolt’s feet inspecting our fenced-in-land, always last to come in. Snow vanished from the ramp; smidges remain on deck where only Ruger stands determining if others walk in the darkness beyond. I see no eyes, hear nothing but ringing in my ears, companion for years.
Spring. Not yet. Warm, nevertheless. Furnace sings, the three sleep, coffee cools. Music plays through hearing aids distracting calming almost covering the ringing so I can concentrate without panicking over something that won’t be controlled. Sleep is escape until I change position. Belladonna, migraine pills make the ringing louder. Perhaps this ringing scientists have yet to decipher is another language.
I’ve read: the knowledge, the answers come from within.
Art: LJ Austin “Escape”
