July 17, 2008

White Dog and Steve sat on the front porch watching the rain. It was such a tranquil picture--the two side-by-side quietly watching the leaves shiver and the raindrops bounce in the near dark. Both were so into the moment--its sights, smells, and sounds--that I just could not intrude. I stayed inside watching them watching. Then the neighbor "kids" pulled up--music blaring and talking at the top of their lungs--and the bliss was shattered.