radiant fracture

The rabbits are feral today. The crust of last night's little snow, gridded with round holes by the heat of grass blades, is making them nervous. They horded to me like seagulls. They almost fought over the crumbs of my scone, and I nearly tripped over one up on its hind legs examining my headphone cord. If I'd been a little smaller, I think they would have swarmed me.

Orion at last, banded with cloud from shoulder to waist like a bandoleer. Sirius still obscured under the horizon clouds.

The ground keeps slipping out a little from my feet here and there, reminding me that I usually pay little attention to my balance.

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