it's dark there & it smells like this, too.

i flicked on the flashlight and headed for the mailbox across the nighttime yard, smelling the sweet, sharp scent of pine & the mustiness of broken earth, and i listened to the crickets & scanned the ground through the flashlight's meager spot, ignoring the swish of car tires on the road & glare of headlights overhead, and for just a moment... just one moment... i could imagine i was in brigadoon.