Monday, February 16, 2026, 3.6* F, 66% RH, 0607
Zsolt noses the curtains, clipped together in the center, to see what curtains cover, to help open the door tail swinging like a pendulum. As I type, a light in the yard comes on remains bright its programmed time, goes out; motion triggered again comes on. I pull back the curtain, open the door without Zsolt’s help (he’s in bed dreaming), look around, see a still landscape increasing light revealing more than the last time we were out: no breeze, no deer, no squirrels, no birds. The Blink camera sounds no alarm. Something moved though. Something I couldn’t see.
All is well my heart says, all is well.
Photo: LJ Austin
