The front door and the jangle of a name tag on a dog collar.
Claws clicking on tiles.
It is six am.
The dull headache that haunted me yesterday has faded.
Sauna and steam room have left the skin and body generally
feeling light and clean.
September seems to be continuing with its mellow burnish.
I think about an old friend and wonder if it is too late.
I’m still breathing, so theoretically it isn’t.
Would like to see them before the last hair turns grey.