A few years ago, I lived on my plantation at Honey Lake, and I remember one particular morning like it was yesterday. As was my custom I walked outside with my little dog Cooper very long before daylight and sat on my front steps as he explored my front yard and sniffed every blade of grass and leaf in the process. It was a typical North Florida morning, warm and humid and it kind of reminded me of walking into a sauna . . . https://www.wordsfortheday.com/2023/01/black-holes-eat-stars-4/