Saturday, May 16, 2026, 59.1* F, 90% RH, 0745
Not quite 0500, the horizon like crinkled bronze foil streaked with lightning. No. It was not lightning it just looked as if lightning had been captured, held there for anyone looking to see. I was looking. Perhaps it looked more like jagged thin long pieces of light broken from the white sun. Two hours later it’s gone. I almost leaned into three spider strings strung between this season’s unlit torch and the open green umbrella. Last evening black flies en masse. Unbothered by a sawing chain bringing down dead trees in after sunset light, birds sang and gleepers. The three did not see the black ducks gliding before sunrise, side by side. I did.
The joys of morning must be looked for.
Photo: LJ Austin
