Friday, February 6, 2026, -5.8* F, 58% RH, 0644
Luna wears a scarf of clouds that at times blows over her face. Her rays cannot reach my bedroom window. I wonder about the temperature on the moon. Does it snow there? Something cracked or a tree fell when we ventured out for morning rituals. The three noticed, looked, did not bark. Frost obscures car windows, heat-seeking solar panels that create night light. A crow calling, traffic droning. I lean against the railing to capture morning’s picture gather frost with my sleeve.
Soleil shines orange on both windows, highlights art books on a top shelf. Graham crackers like puzzle pieces remind me of the child crying because his cookie was broken, as if he knew too much of brokenness and couldn’t fix it. He didn’t want another cookie...
he wanted to make this one whole.
Photo: LJ Austin
