|"Willow," by Katherine Bowling|
There's something very comforting about the onset of night, the way the air feels thick and damp as the last light slowly leaves the sky. It's my favorite time to walk around the yard in my bare feet, with the dew settling on the grass and the hummingbirds making their final pass. People like to say it grounds you, I've even said it myself, and that might be, but mostly I just like the way it feels. So, while Buddy laid down next to the steps and listened to the approaching night, I walked among the flower beds, admiring the deep red zinnias that had just arrived.
When we finally came into the house, after dark had settled in, I had a strong desire to listen to some Neil Young. I'm not sure what Buddy was in the mood for. He acquiesces to me most nights, curls up politely at my feet and pretends to be asleep. "Bound for Glory,"came first, as it often does when I'm in the mood for Neil, then this popped out at me. Maybe it has something to do with Buffalo Springfield and how much I've always loved "For What It's Worth," but I think it has more to do with Neil himself. He seems like such a good soul, with his slight knowing smile, as though he's tickled as can be to be here, making music. I'm sure glad he is. Life's a little sweeter with him in it: