memento

By memento

Not a creature is stirring...

not even a mouse...

and the wind...in fact, it's making the leaves of the honey locust tree dance around in a frenzy.

11:15 pm...the high winds are traveling ahead of a thunder storm that will be here in another hour or so. I might as well just stay up...once the rumbling starts and the doggie turns into a whining, pacing, nails-clickety-clicking-doofus, I'll be unable to sleep anyway.

Right now, standing in the back yard with nothing but the alley lights' illumination, there is a feeling in the sultry air. All the neighbor's lights are out...they'll be asleep for about another hour. Maybe I'll stay up just to see all their lights turn on at the first clap of thunder.

I can smell the rain already.

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