Sunday, January 18, 2026, 18.4* F, 84% RH, 0824
The three sink feet into deep snow. Zayne discovers ice underneath stops running. I wonder if corn-flake-size snow falls anymore. By porch light, eating supper, I could only see what was within the light. I couldn’t see branches putting on gloves, coats of white.
Sunday arrives dressed in winter white.
Photo: LJ Austin
