Bedtime

Photo by Gouthaman Raveendran on Unsplash

It’s bedtime. That’s the present moment.

The air is soft, light, and warm. But not too warm.

I hear the rumblings of the freeway. I hear Daisy biting a flea somewhere on her body. Now she is licking the area, soothing it perhaps, after a particularly fierce biting session. I hear motorcycles (or one?) on the highway. Have you ever noticed how on warm nights sound carries more? Why is that? That is true tonight. It was a…