Monday, November 9, 2026, 40.1* F, 99% RH, 29.67 BP, 0757
Silver sky. Wisps of clouds. One crow flies over the house. The oak in the drive holds fewer brown leaves. Stream has recovered her glass from the raging of the last few days. Froth pushed by current lies like snow against a log. Zsolt fills the space beside me, lying down, facing the hall. He paces when Ruger has already claimed the place by mom. Looks out the window. Peers at me from the other side of my desk. Hands are cold. Left my meds in the kitchen. Coffee steams from a clear mug. I checked the filter for hazelnut before pushing the button. Ruger has claimed a giant’s bed. Zayne’s on the sofa.
There is comfort in this house though one person is missing.
Photo: LJ Austin
