A cool gentle breeze blows, indicative of a change on the horizon. It feels crisp and fresh, and I would enjoy it more if it weren’t 3 AM. I lean against the front porch column in the shadows cast by the streetlight. With my eyes closed, I try not to doze and drop the dog’s leash.
My sweet, geriatric old lady dog’s digestive system governs my sleep schedule, and tonight is a three poop night.