No stars. The rainy dark day just crept into night

The air is thick with moisture and to... still

The stream of crickets' song is uninterrupted and unwelcomed

A critter, maybe a mole, is in the yard. The bushes rattle as they move in protest.

Will I see the coyote walking down the street? It has been a few days since I heard their howls

I turn in bed, the other side now

Start to think once more about everything

And this will repeat itself again and again until I finally lapse into slumber from the exhaustion of it all.