Made the mistake of letting Zorro out on the screened porch last night without first looking skyward. Furious barking immediately alerted me that the moon was up.
Since Zorro was reluctant to go far during our earlier walk, I decided to seize the opportunity and head out for a moonlight run. We dashed down the path, through the park, and around the tennis courts, stopping only to toss back a ball that had been lobbed over the fence. It was a beautiful summer evening: above us, a crescent moon, and all around us, dozens of fireflies. The invasive plants looked like they were covered with white Christmas lights. Zorro was good and tired when we got home and slept right through the night.
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