Thursday, April 10, 2025, 19.6*
To open the door for the three to come and go, I went to the kitchen twice forgetting cinnamon. Frost sides the house, paints the car, makes a slide of the ramp. Only Ruger heeds, “Go Carefully.” Zayne, the athlete pushes off with hind feet wrinkling rugs pulling them from under heavy furniture. Islands of ice glistening, trees jiggle in the pond’s feeding stream. Protected from Soleil’s roaming ways, evergreens hold out snow blossoms I can’t bring inside; I can't place in a pitcher or gather with a ribbon.
Into a sky of orange and blue Soleil rises from the corner of my window and we--we continue our trek into Thursday.
So then, do not worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Today has enough trouble of its own.
Matthew 6:34 (NET)
Photo: LJ Austin
