dessert

The smell of baking Amish friendship bread kept me from going immediately to sleep.

I ate a piece on my back porch with the ones I love, under the moon.

The air is starting to cool enough to make me believe it really is fall,

but cicadas and tree frogs still sing despite the chill.

I fed the crust of my bread to a beagle named Shorty

and said a prayer of thankfulness for beauty in the

quiet, simple  moments.

*   *   *   *

Goodnight.

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