Tuesday, March 3, 2026, -2.7* F, 55% RH, 0713
No sign of orange, Soleil arrives arrayed in buttery yellow; she’s halfway through my bookshelves stopping at Jack London. She never ventures as far as symbolism, dream theory, poetry on the far wall. I stand behind glass as the three run down the ramp, portal closed opening closing again as each comes in. No biscuits are given until all 3 are in the kitchen.
Frost substantial, sky pale blue. Moon last night, satellites, stars, airplanes (only lights seen moving). There’s so much light, I forgot to switch on the desk lamp. That will shift forward next week returning morning to darkness for a while.
A constant shifting, rearranging according to the light given.
Art: LJ Austin “A Place in Time”
