Went out on the porch to write. Even brought my thesaurus.
But there was a fierce tennis match underway in the court across the street, followed by a quartet of preschoolers with rackets as big as themselves. People walk by, dogs stop to visit and the squeaking of the swings pauses only long enough to let the next person on.
The light dims. Fireflies come out – they are few in the neighborhood but still bright. Traffic slows. Wind cools. Mosquitoes finally chase me indoors.
And I didn’t get much writing done but I enjoyed the view.