Monday, November 2, 2026, 29.3* F, 87% RH, 30.29 BP, 0633
Sun cuts a swath halfway up tree trunks, captures tops of raspberry bushes that spent summer growing leaves and two berries. More sky than leaves through windows. No Jays. No Crows. No Ravens. No deer. No traffic. Quiet broken by three barking. Unknown catalyst. Frost. Moon and stars last night displayed like a promise kept.
We wait for November to map her Monday plan.
Photo: LJ Austin
