Night visitor on the trail cam tonight. A skunk, moving slowly and steady, tail swaying like a feather duster. I think she may be the same one I saw out back with three babies earlier this week. It feels like catching a small piece of her nightly rounds, a quiet rhythm of foraging and tending.

There is comfort in her return. The woods carry on their own stories, chapter by chapter, whether we notice or not.

Current mood: watchful

Current music: “First Breath After Coma” – Explosions in the Sky