10/18/26 6:45 37F (2.7C) AQI 19
A few stars still shine overhead when dawn lifts the blanket edge of night.
A weak breeze flutters through the dried ruins of corn stalks and gently sways the birch.
Walter argues with someone down the road, still grumbling well after it becomes apparent there will be no resolution to their differences.
Birds chitter and chirp as early light seeps into the canyon.
Good morning.
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