Close Encounters of the Security Light

(+/-1900) the light opens its eyes across the parking lot on the other side of the driveway and, as the sun recedes, the light’s influence only grows and spreads across my corner of the world to the point that when (+/- 2200) we take the dogs out for their last piss of the day we can still tell that the leaves on the trees in the backyard are green. Towels over the bedroom window to sleep, waking up with the alarm at 0500, why’s this room so dark? before remembering my nemesis, the security light, and stepping into it, CLOSE ENCOUNTERS theme sounding across the little ‘burg as we, the dogs and I, K’s rescues, inaugurate the day; the leaves on the trees are still green.