Wednesday, March 26, 2025, 23.9*
Searching for the moon through a dark window I see only the reflection of lights inside; turned off I cannot even see the outline of trees. Brisk air missing for a few days escorts us across frozen slush every step breaking like a treasured cup slipped from my grasp. The moon if anywhere can only be seen through that dark window at the end of the house or if I could keep my balance in the dark, if I could walk between the fence and the falling into boulders strip of land, I might get a glimpse as she moves towards the road on her way to other places. I won’t do that.
It seems bright as snow reflects still glowing solar lights; my eyes search past the glow where I see no trees but further up, I sight stars. Stars unseen until my eyes adjust from light to dark to light.
Outside the realm of light something...past the glow of fading solar lights something may be standing, may be watching, perhaps a sleepy head lifted from a dream at the sound of breaking looking towards our light. I wonder if the barking of the three scares them. I hope not.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then
face to face: now I know in part; but then
shall I know even as also I am known.
1 Corinthians 13:12 KJV
Photo: LJ Austin
