Walking the dog just past sunset:
the scent of jasmine blooming
greeting the neighborhood dog friends
wondering about the houses for sale and just sold
going up to the bridge that goes to the little island
opening the gate "NO DOGS ALLOWED"
walking on to the bridge, the sky in the west all aglow
hearing the ducks and birds calling in the grasses
watching the silhouettes of egrets wading in the creek
pausing and then sitting there on the bridge, feeling the warmth of the day seep up from the concrete
the dog stretches at my feet
feeling the evening come upon us
we rise and turn back, leaving the island to the birds.

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