Few houses have sitting porches, and fewer still have people sitting on them. It is more comfortable inside with air conditioning. Porch furniture in place, unoccupied. Streets deserted.
A man sitting on a boat trailor in the garage surveying his newly mowed lawn, a can of beer in his hand. I feel like I've interrupted something just driving by.
A small boy helping his dad spread mulch in their flower beds from a five-gallon bucket, scooped from the bed of a large pick-up truck. A big job for such a little guy.
Pink and blue stripes across the sky. A burst of orange on the northwestern horizon. Friends and family in far flung places renowned for their beauty, but I am the lucky one.
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