Wednesday, February 4, 2026, 2.9* F, 65% RH, 0613
I scan the woods toward the pond looking for the eyes close to the ground that watched us yesterday while the three perform morning rituals. Moon shines: stars bright last night have rescinded their light. Sparse feathery clouds. Silence.
Heat greets as we walk through the portal to coffee, to biscuits. Yesterday, the sun baked a crust over the snow. A brighter sun as if something shifted, clicked into place for the next revolution (the complete journey an object makes around another on its path). How many days do we show up in the lives of others? How many times does something shift, click into place? Are we as constant as the sun?
Are we at the center or do we revolve around others?
Photo: LJ Austin
