Wednesday, January 22, 2025, -17.3* Dark.
Head covered with hay; a cow stares into hallway as I walk past with my cup of hazelnut blend of morning. Three sleep again. Would be warmer on rug-covered sofa but Zsolt prefers the rug under my desk legs outstretched forcing mine onto chair rungs. Ruger blocks a path to me lying on hall linoleum between stacks of books, auto harp, heater. Zayne could jump over. He doesn’t. At times he wants to be pack leader, others content to follow. Is that easy? To follow? To know that someone will open the door to let you out? To let you in? To make sure you have water? To give you food? To comfort you? To dry you? To keep you warm? To play with you? To love you?
"Do nothing out of selfish ambition or
vain conceit. Rather, in humility value
others above yourselves, not looking to
your own interests but each of you
to the interests of the others."
Philippians 2:3-4 (NIV)
Art: LJ Austin
