3/10/26 6:50 30F (-1C) The sky is clear except for a few straggling strands of clouds who didn’t get the memo.

The light has that peculiar shade of blue that comes early on a crisp winter morning: a deep illumination, not bright, but not dim.

Ducks exchange muttered grumbles as they consider getting up but hit the snooze just one more time.

Birds are singing.

The half moon is visible through the trees, low above the canyon.

Ice coats the deck.

The snow predicted last night did not materialize.

There is no wind.

Good morning.