The Tumbleweed is quiet tonight — so quiet I can hear a flag snapping in the wind half a block away. A dog is barking somewhere across town, crickets are singing, and the transformer is humming on the vacancy sign. We have only one guest this evening, and she checked in an hour ago and went straight to bed.
I don’t mind a slow evening now and then. Sometimes it’s good just to sit under the sky and listen to the song of the night.