All’s Well


The evening sky was clear and stars began to show even before the sun set. The world was still and faded like an old woolen coat. The were colors, but not bright or harsh ones in the setting sun behind the bare tree’s filigreed silhouettes. The only sounds coming to my ears were the gentle creak of the porch swing’s chain and the rustle of dry leaves as the dog settled into them to sleep under the bedroom window. In the distance, I heard a cow bawling, a few birds calls, and an occasional far away bark of a dog. There was no wind, no tractors rumbling, no sound of traffic passing. All quiet on the home front.

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