Sunday, February 23, 2025, 12.8* Dark
Standing on the deck I do not feel cold. The wind does not blow. I don’t know if Mariah plays softly in the trees there is not enough light. On most mornings at this time three corner lights have lost their solar glow but this morning one still shines. Without asking, the i-Phone lights the scene. I want a picture of what “I” see; this is not reconnaissance photography. At this time of day, this time of year, it is dark.
I feel like me today, not the usual me, but closer to than yesterday; barometric pressure falling, air quality remains “Fair” not the best for breathing. Little streams turn into ponds when dammed; melting winter combined with rain turns them into disasters, sometimes. If this then that; X =Y the calculus of confusion; percentages, chance.
"The Eternal is my shepherd, He cares for me always.
He provides me rest in rich, green fields
beside streams of refreshing water.
He soothes my fears;
He makes me whole again,
steering me off worn, hard paths
to roads where truth and righteousness echo His name."
Psalm 23: 1-4 (Voice)
Photo: LJ Austin
