It was much too warm for a jacket tonight – I was bathed in alternating currents of warm and cool breezes, the comfort of a spring evening. The sky remained covered with high, hazy clouds, and they magnified the light of the nearly-full moon, which turned the landscape into a dim version of its daily face. Neighbors arrived at home or left for work or points unknown. Max was incredibly distracted the entire length of our walk, searching after something beyond the bounds of my perception. The peeper choruses returned, but the kick of a stray stone set them all to immediate silence, wary until we passed by. My own thoughts wandered, too, in a circle, back round to the necessity of being gentle with myself even when the rest of the world does not.