Wednesday, November 11, 2026, 37.4* F, 99% RH, 29.82 BP, 0645
Lightness has moved from the horizon into trees quickly rising higher, further East. Sky silver. Deck wet. Not slippery. Blue comes into view with clouds like faded white laundry. A breeze waves brown leaves not releasing them from branches. Sky presents mountains on the horizon breached briefly by sun. It is not warm. Tree trunks sway brushing together precursor to a clashing dance. Earlier, in the dark, Zsolt’s startled bark after the other two were in the house. I could not see past the lights into darkness; I could see Zsolt. Before lights, before a permanent chain link fence, I scanned the darkness with a flashlight looking for eyes before letting the three outside.
The threat is not the darkness; it is what we think might be there.
Photo: LJ Austin
