The sun is setting behind the trees, yet the heat is still an oppressive presence. The neighbor’s lawn mower sputters to a stop. A single engine propeller plane purrs across the sky. A blue-jay calls out harshly. Then, a\u00a0 different bird calls out with a very pretty call. Someday, I tell myself, I will identify the bird with the pretty call.\u00a0 It is one of the things on my to-do list.<\/p>\n
Over my right shoulder a familiar voice meows in my ear. It is my cat, Quiet Rustle, wanting to get out the window. Without looking, I stop typing on the laptop, put my arms behind my head, and slide the screen up. Quiet Rustle leaps out onto the porch. His brother Felix follows right behind. I type on.<\/p>\n
Life is good, for which I am thankful.<\/p>\n
And this hot August evening\u00a0 is beautiful.<\/p>\n
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