Friday, November 13, 2026, 34.7* F, 75% RH, 29.64 BP, 0610
Sky arrived silver. Stream reflecting bare black branches. No frost. No wind. No sun. No traffic. No birds. Ruger went to the gate; looked up as if waiting for the gate to open so we could go for a walk. He hasn’t needed a leash for years. I didn’t open the gate. He had been sitting beside my bed when I turned on the light. Sitting, not lying down. Not resting. Not panting. I had heard him walking during the night.
There is awareness even while we sleep.
Photo: LJ Austin
