10/4/26 7:00 47F (8.3C) AQI 22
It is a pale blue Sunday morning. No wind.
High above the maple the moon has slipped into the last quarter.
The chickens mumble disgruntled clucks inside the coop.
Walter is drawn to respond to some faint barking from far up the canyon. Other dogs along the road join in. I can’t quite make out what they are saying.
A bird nearby issues a string of beeps, then goes silent.
Amy returns tomorrow. Today will be dedicated to a cleaning frenzy.
But first, my tea.
Good morning.
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