Thursday, March 5, 2026, 22.9* F, 81% RH, 0550
The giants pushed through their barrier to join Ruger pacing waiting for me to emerge from my bed, waiting for me to open the portal where Zsolt stood trying to part the curtains; Zayne bouncing describing the adventure. Red sky warning, frost makes things unclear. In the distance, sound I can't decipher... Geese? Crying? Howling? One hour of snow forecast for tomorrow, now four.
Storms end storms begin.
Photo: LJ Austin (intentional camera movement)
