So, it is a beautiful day.

The sun will win it,

Blue sky have its way,

Beyond the trees to Mt Spokane,

Even Canada.

There is frost on the ground,

No snow or rain,

The painful heat of summer,

Barely a memory now.

In my finite days,

This offers to be a good one.

I should mark it:

December 31, 2025.

I am alive

To witness the sun shine.