Evening Collection

It was a calm cool evening. Sitting on the porch swing contently wrapped in my old green blanket, a train whistle blows and I can hear it clearly through the leafless trees. A small fountain in the neighbors yard splashes, his dog drops the large bone onto the front porch and it sounds like a hammer, pounding on wood.

A car drives past. My other neighbor arrives home. "It's a beautiful night to be sitting on the porch" she yells, while petting my dog.

The man across the street goes for his evening walk which consists of going out his back door, up the driveway and in his front door. He's living out his wonderful golden years.

I marvel at the stars as I go inside.