You decide to sit outside on the vernadah. It's chilly. You're wearing cotton flipflops and a mauve terrycloth bathrobe. A few pale clouds roll by but mostly it's clear. Both cats are inside and the backdoor is double-locked. You've just had a magnificent shower. Today you finished putting all your books out and even unpacked two more boxes. Your mother has offered to buy you a couch.
The night is cool and the sound of raindrops drips through leaves. Two branches frame a star. It's really dark in this front garden. Almost too dark and you make a mental note to trim back the big Catalpah tree and clip the fattening cedar hedge. In the eaves-troughs you see the reflection of streetlights. You get to go to sleep soon. The distant Parkway traffic hums.
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