I'd Sat on the Porch Swing and Read a Book or Two.

Before bed I'd step out onto the wide front porch in my pajamas and sit on the swing. Sometimes I brought my book, though I often found myself distracted by the changing color of the sky at sunset. A few doves brought their babies to sit in shady spots in my flower garden during the day. And they had grown used to me. The humidity was dropping. The stickyness that had made my limbs feel heavy and weary was gone. There was light and cool. It had been the talk of the countryside.