Saturday, August 22, 2026, Weather Station Offline, 0747
He just left with his laundry. Zsolt is muffing. Zayne probably asleep curled on his bed in the corner. Ruger in the hall guarding, always between me and any perceived threat, black face like a bear. Someone tried to sweep clouds with a lawn broom leaving grooves. Crickets, not as loud as last night. Coffee cooling in an orange cup.
Morning blessings.
Photo: LJ Austin
