Sunday, May 3, 2026, 42* F, 90% RH, 0644
Varnished with rain the deck shines under gray skies. Silence. No traffic passing, no rooster crowing, no birds talking, even the rain falls quietly. The three sleep after being dried, given a whole biscuit. In the pond something makes rings probably thinking rain is a bug fallen in. I hear the noise machine in the giant’s room soothing.
The pianissimo of Sunday morning.
Photo: LJ Austin
