Thursday, February 5, 2026, 9.2* F, 70% RH, 0806
Zayne, usually the first to come inside, lingers looking toward the pond, toward the drive as if he expects, as if he knows something is there. I would never see it, scanning the landscape without my glasses that fog coming from warm to cold, if it froze. Zayne glanced behind him finally agreeing to come inside. From this window, gray sky. To the east muted sun, blue seeping into gray, clouds.
There are many ways of knowing.
Photo: LJ Austin
