Thursday, May 21, 2026, 53.6* F, 45% RH, 0707
I leave the door open go to find my glasses while Merlin listens for birds. Ruger finds me wants to know why I’m not outside and when will I be returning. The pond wears a coat of many green pollen colors. Air still. Sun high in blue sky with fluffy clouds. A tiny flying thing walks on my monitor like a moving exclamation. Zsolt lies beside Ruger blocking the hall, hoping I’ll finish typing and open the door. Zayne is in his bed or on the sofa. There’s been a lot of walking around this morning.
There is a day that returns once a year, a day when I was 18. When the calendar turns from April, something turns on. I know, I am aware with every breath. I begin thinking not logically, not on purpose, not dwelling on, about how the day relates to a person. Perhaps it is more feeling than thinking, more ingrained than remembering yet inseparable from those things. We all have days, this one has been remembered for 57 years today...blessing my brother, Butch on earth, June 22, 1949, through May 21, 1969.
And the birds sing, the trees leaf, I open the door…
Photo: LJ Austin
