Monday, February 23, 2026, 20.3*, 73% RH, 0803
Did not want to go to the kitchen at 0200 to open the door, to see if it was raining; looked through blinds of bedroom window, without glasses through screens looked like rain to me. Deck boards free of snow from the last storm were dry as I stood behind glass out of the wind when I let the three pass through the portal to fenced-in-land. Trees swayed as I dressed not enough wind to take snow from evergreen limbs. No traffic, no rooster, no orange bleeds into the horizon. I sip coffee from a red cup looking at weather reports, in my mind gathering storm gear from closets, boxes, drawers.
For those awaiting what is to come,
for those amidst the storm,
prayers.
Photo: LJ Austin
