More Cowbell

More Cowbell

I’m getting ready for bed, and Ferris is starting to bark.
So I let her into the backyard, so she can see that there’s nothing there.
I follow her into the backyard, and it is just breathtaking…the storm has moved on, so the clouds are breaking up…their bottoms are just slightly glowing with the light of the city, and I can see Saturn through a hole in them.
The rain is still dripping off the trees in my yard, and it’s cold, so my breath swirls around my head while I stand in the grass, watching Ferris secure the area.
The smell of many fireplaces hangs in the air, and I can hear the soft roar of the freeway, many miles away. Funny how the sound carries in the cold, still air.
My face is still cold as I write this…boy, I love Autumn.