Friday, April 24, 2026, 30.1* F, 89% RH, 0523
At the top of the ramp Zsolt began barking. Zayne stopped. Ruger, did not mind that the tractor was parked next to the truck. Light comes sooner, not at 0400 while I look towards the dark ceiling or the digital alarm clock displaying over-sized numbers. An Eastern Phoebe was joined by a Hermit Thrush, an American Robin. Rooster, silent. Heavy frost. Shallow puddles, iced. Sun nudges horizon.
The clock of Friday has started.
Photo: LJ Austin
