Spent the late hours of the afternoon and the early evening writing on the studio porch.

Set a llanera of fresh milk beside MauMau but he turned up his nose and ran away.

Now darkness has fallen and the night guard has entered his outpost, turned on the lights, and opened his log book. We can see each other from across the driveway. I feel some kind of kinship with him in this moment; we are neighbors inside our respective, tiny houses, and the night has greeted us both.