Running Away, in my mind

Wet morning, quiet and peaceful, and not a breath of a breeze, the air hot, yes, hot. I turned on the fan to blow away gnats and mosquitoes; it is welcome. The dark outline of trees that line the pasture begin to come into view, night lifting rapidly now. The day coming on, ready or not.

I’m not ready for today, nor was I ready for the frog that somehow landed on my leg that was curled up in the chair. I’d forgotten to shake the towel on the cushion before I sat down. The little critter–little...