Monday, May 25, 2026, 51.6* F, 91% RH, 0725
Zsolt barked to be let out, startling me from sleep where I wanted to stay. No sun coming through curtains. I got up anyway. Opened the door to rain, Zayne rushed out. Zsolt turned away. OUT! Zsolt went, Ruger followed. Rain constant, somewhere between sprinkle and downpour, soaking, nevertheless. I did not stand on the deck in night dress listening for birds. I did not put Merlin on the deck to listen for birds, he’s not waterproof. I closed the door. Removed the gray striped beach towel from its hook, waited. Zayne passed Ruger coming up the ramp hoping to escape to his room. I caught him, dried, let him loose as I did with the other two.
As coffee dripped, I watched sheets of rain pass sideways sped on their way by wind. Watched trees sway like tired dancers. Watched ripples spreading over the pond in several places created by something, something that wasn’t rain. Rain pierced the surface, quickly smoothed over. Reached for the slate gray cup coffee only covering the bottom, red light flashing ADD WATER.
Circumstances are not always as expected.
Photo: LJ Austin
