The dogs walked around the yard a bit, sniffed the balmy air and went back inside.
It was dark. I couldn’t see my feet in the shadows. I stood there in the warm night letting my eyes adjust.
A breeze came up. It blew thru the branches of the pine tree and made that lonesome sound that wind makes when it blows thru the branches of pine trees.
The sound made me look up.
You see, I like that pine tree song. It stirs memories of years long gone. So I looked up from where I stood under that pine tree and watched the branches sway. I listened to the music, and my mind swam in reverie.
Then the moon passed out from behind the tattered clouds. It chased the darkness away and showed me the path back into the house where the dogs were patiently waiting.