Friday, January 3, 2025, 14* Cloudy, Windy
Zsolt barks as a gust bites the door shattering morning silence. It was not this windy at 5:30 when the three didn’t want to return from the darkness. I wonder what they saw to bark. A deer? Squirrels would still be snug in leafy nests. Certainly, no birds sat on the fence.
Sometimes, I glance quickly out a window, think I see a black bear clambering from the beaver pond, climbing over boulders, the buttress that holds, keeps this land from washing away. He dissolves before reaching the fence.
Zayne could jump this five-foot fence if there was something he wanted on the other side. Stealth dog. That’s why I don’t leave them in the yard when I walk to the mailbox.
At the gate, the gorilla cart waits. Perhaps the groceries will not be left on the ground next to it this time.
And so, my day begins, darkness into light, with coffee. No morning is ever the same. Pay attention. I Love You.
Photo: LJ Austin
