Good Night

A terribly hot evening. I shoot baskets in the driveway. But it's really hot. I go sit in the backyard, read a book, sweat on the pages. Eventually, I shower, the water turned all the way cold. Drying off, I see myself in the mirror. Hey, I know that guy.

Downstairs I set the laptop on the coffee table before the seat between the speakers. I slide a record from its sleeve. Pat Metheny Group's Offramp. I place it on the platter, clean it, drop the needle, and turn the volume up two notches.

On the couch, I respond to email from friends. Hey, I write. How are you? Here's what's doing with me. Pat Metheny Group asks, "Are You Going With Me?". I certainly am.

The window air conditioner rattles cool air across me left to right. My friends' words rise from the screen and pass through me. My thoughts tap out of my fingers. The kitten attacks. Music plays. I open a blank page on the computer and write these thoughts. The sun sets slowly. The heat comes down a degree. Storms arrive tonight. More heat tomorrow.

The dog comes to see me, her panting tongue lolling from her smiling mouth. I smile back and say, "it's a good night, isn't it?" We both know the answer.