Early, before work, a woman walks her dog to the field at the end of the street. The field is empty. Halfway across she unclips the leash and the dog runs, nose down, in long loops through the wet grass. […]
We leave a little before half past seven, with maybe twenty minutes of real light left before the sun actually goes down at 7:39 — gold enough that the sidewalk cracks throw shadows, cool enough that Dog isn't panting before […]