Friday, July 10, 2026, 70.8* F, 92% RH, 0754
Sky gray, air heavy. No sun. No birds seen nor heard. No traffic sounds, no rooster. I stood on deck listening to rain fall through leaves as if there was a wall spanning earth to sky, separating woods from yard where no rain falls. Green umbrella completely dry. Two worlds side by side, not illusion. This morning could’ve been a script for the Twilight Zone, a television program that scared me. It probably had more to do with the voices, the music, the unsettling tones; chords that altered the vibration of soul.
I’ll listen again today for birds to sing my spirit whole.
Photo: LJ Austin
