Saturday, February 21, 2026, 15.1*, 69% RH, 0643
Pitcher of filtered water, I reach for the lid of the empty metal bone box, aware of error before tipping pitcher meant to fill humidifier beside it. Peach glow in winter sky, five-foot fence getting shorter.
The three anxious to get to shoveled path broken crust to keep it from cutting through feet sinking. Waiting for dog bone delivery, the three receive an animal cracker. They’d be happy with a morsel of dog food.
How graciously do we accept what is given?
Photo: LJ Austin
