Wednesday, January 21, 2026, -3.8* F, 67% RH, 0656
The three hurry through the portal linger long enough for their morning routine. I stand behind glass watching. Zsolt barks at something past my line of vision. Blink cameras show me nothing. Snow raced branch to branch toward the ground yesterday surveyed by summer blue sky white clouds fluffy.
Orange where Soleil will rise above that gray then blue then pink then gray. Almost put my coffee cup to reheat into a cupboard thinking about that sky about what to write this morning. Soleil stripes my curtains like rusty hinges.
Red coffee cup, metal bread box filled with dog biscuits, the three sleeping, me seeing...blessings of morning.
Photo: LJ Austin
