I Met a Girl

I met a girl on my front porch.  It was a Saturday evening and the rain had just started.  I snapped a mental picture of the sky just in case.  I imagined how the air smelled.  I heard my dog bark.  I saw a squirrel chasing a squirrel across my street.  I noticed that I hadn't swept the leaves from the sidewalk.  She said, “I’m here.”  And I said, “Yes you are.”  We hugged.  

I exhaled.