Wednesday, June 17, 2026, 61.7* F, 87% RH, 0811
Well past sunrise, bright. The three have found places on the rug since I moved my desk which Zsolt would prefer to be under and yet, my feet and a paper shredder don’t make room for him. Coffee strong, unusually bitter. A few reminders of clouds on blue. No songs. No breeze. Yesterday, I glimpsed briefly a Great Blue Heron taking flight, heading downstream, not toward the nest. I’ve never seen a fledgling. Some mornings geese are heard and a rooster. Not this morning. When the cycle of feather renewal comes, birds conserve energy, decrease singing.
Nature is a master of renewal.
Art: LJ Austin
