Thursday, March 12, 2026, 36.5* F, 88% RH, 0543
The three did not rush out the door into the dark last night, they looked out, looked at me, backed up. They had been out half hour before. Usually, they never miss an opportunity to go out, to stand on the deck, to come inside, to get rewarded with a biscuit. Rain, cold rain is not a favored thing.
At five it was still raining. I watched the radar, looked for a break in the pink. Watched the thermometer, stepped onto the glazed deck. It could’ve been ice. It wasn’t. We went out together nothing watching us that we could see. It was still raining, softly. Sensor lights followed their movement across fenced-in-land. Zsolt walked up the ramp with me waited while I took the towel from the hook. The three, after drying, after two biscuits each, sleep.
Patterns of weather create patterns of morning.
Photo: LJ Austin
