Friday, January 10, 2025, 22* Warm
Compass at 64 degrees northeast a ribbon of yellow crept into the sky getting wider as it moved towards the south degrees.
Sun just waking. Beginnings of a breeze. Soleil has other plans; she won’t be having coffee with me or the plaster woman.
She never fully enters the room although others would like to meet her. Now my coffee has reached lukewarm degrees. Time to reheat.
