Good Neighbour
It was late September. I was home for the day, cleaning up, doing the dishes, reading, and working. It was about 3:30 and the schools were letting out and my dog was restless and bugging me. I hate taking her for a walk, but I wasn’t getting anything done with her begging for my attention, so I hitched her lease to her collar, put my shoes on and headed out the door. The sunlight hit me like a ton of bricks, my eyes adjusted. Blue skies and a crisp autumn wind hit my skin and sent a chill...