8.22.15 as the half moon rises quietly into the sky over the small mountain range

As dusk drew near , I left the chili ( renewed with fresh shallots and tomatoes from the garden) and the Kale simmering, left my beloved BioMating and BioFeedbackjng ( didn't know they could be verbs , eh?!) and took the pup down the street to Summit Road, for his yearned- for evening leash 'Run! Run !" .

That's obligatory , actually , much like cheering on your 12 year old , or exclaiming over the jumps and leaps of your five year old - because if I urge him to run ! Run! From one side of the road to the other , over and over again , fast!, why then he'll get all happy and well behaved and tired.

So I do, and he does , race back and forth , as the half moon rises quietly into the sky over the small mountain range ,

and nearby someone is having a gathering outside , with one very enthusiastic lead guitar , the lot of them singing. 'Louie Louie!"

As the sky turns all sorts of amazing oranges and pinks and blues , the RV community at Mitch 's settles in for one more precious summers rest before they all have to lug their wheeled homes back home,

 and I drag that tired still- growing little Shepherd boy back home to bed.