Tuesday, October 13, 2026, 39.9* F, 73% RH, 30.20 BP, 0733
Sky gray. Hands cold. The three watch through chain links me taking pictures. Lifting the gate latch is Zayne’s switch to run to jump to be a puppy full force. Zsolt and Ruger are content being petted. Some yellow on the horizon but the sun, she’s not rising. Merlin and I listened, heard not a bird, only traffic. The elixir of morning steams in my cup. In their almost full blush, leaves remain silent without a breeze to touch them. None dance. Not one falls as I watch. Acorns disappeared, remnants broken can still turn an ankle. He moved the plow, a black winged creature to its waiting place, easy to hook up when required to push snow.
Preparation based on experience, the future not in our control.
Photo: LJ Austin
