Thursday, January 29, 2026, -9* F, 59% RH, 0734
Remembered only by trees, the stream hides her face in snow. Soleil shines on windows casts shadows. Moon at 1516 yesterday seen through tree limbs. A crow unseen cawing.
Under this room a heart beats pushing propane to the furnace. The three sleep. Coffee a different brew perhaps will not be so bitter with milk, with ice.
Soleil makes her way up the hill moving the shadows, the light.
Photo: LJ Austin
