Sunday, November 8, 2026, 41.3* F, 99% RH, 29.55 BP, 0652
North, South, East, West, gray sky as far as this human sees. Stream, steadily flowing, not much wider than it was at last light; harmonizes with rain. A bird unidentified flies through the canopy, then two more smaller. No one sings. Deck shines like ice. It isn’t. Coffee dripped in the dark. I picked up a cup of tinted water. Started over.
Ground beans, hot water; necessary elements for coffee.
Photo: LJ Austin
