Night falls on the prairie as the pheasants regale each other with tidbits of the evenings news and songbirds come to the slow understanding that their shift is over. We’ve a bit of a breeze tonight but not enough to unshackle thousands of dandelion seeds which perch on stalks overlooking my lawn.
The mumble mumble giggle of my two eldest offspring has been silenced as they too give in to the need for rest. In the distance, I distinguish the yard light of the neighbor far to our south. From the kitchen, I hear the muted conflict of dishes on their way back into the cupboard.
I’ll deal with the news tomorrow.