For the last two mornings as I have walked the dogs and tended horses, the temperatures have been down into the lower 50s, upper 40s. Such a relief to have Fall come. I slip into my old, red coat to enjoy the cool, late-night outdoors before dawn. My Aussie shepherd, Yeller, and schnauzer, Lottie, linger at the gate. The quarter-size moon in the eastern sky holds water like a cup. I hear coyotes. Yeller stands still, facing the coyote chorus.
The pack goes quiet and we return to the house, enter the kitchen and begin the day.