Wednesday, February 18, 2026, 23* F, 83% RH, 0610
First step on deck slippidy, snow transforming to water falling from roof freezing. Little green crystals, sprinkled to keep dog feet from sliding into space between deck and house, the space where my glasses vanished last fall. If I could get there, I’d sprinkle green crystals on the roof.
Sky turns up her light not spreading orange this far, to these windows, not extinguishing candle flames. I wonder when he who will fit easily through a chain link will come to inspect the deck, to sit on the railing, to annoy the three. Paths through the snow will melt, the pond will be released from shadow, the stream will run free again.
All will appear in its time.
Photo: LJ Austin
