Cool Evenings.

It's still cool enough in the evenings here in early June to make the prospect of mowing the lawn and having a cold beer seem more than anything like a better-than-fair price for having been able to get up in the morning at all. We've cleared off, cleared into a more normal summer pattern: chance of storms most days out of the next however many, fewer cool evenings in the offing. But for now, for tonight—Miller High Life Light. In a bottle. Bin full of grass clippings on the curb. Pretty little yard. Dog on the porch to oversee the whole operation. Cat in the screen door wishing it was him. I'm wearing boots I bought for nineteen dollars ten years ago. We're doing alright over here at 709. We are doing alright.