Wednesday, March 4, 2026, 29* F, 82% RH, 0706
Snow falling at 0200, began before last call. Three hours later I prepare a path for the three. Dryer than the last snow, too dense to easily sweep. Sky turns from dark night to pale blue with clouds, settles into silver with a brief golden light looking like a painting of snow laden branches at sunrise.
Wind begins bringing the chimes together making music. Coffee drips into a gray cup, the three sleep.
We have enough.
Photo: LJ Austin
