Fio awoke this morning to see the eye of the fire, the last burning ember, watching over her through the screen. And out the window, the back porch light lit the darkness like a yellow moon. Awakened by Fio's activity, Sonia Dog adjusted herself against Ftorella's side, then went back to sleep again as Mommy reached under the couch for her laptop to type this entry.
Good morning. May your day be blessed.