I’ve been sweeping the two backyard patios in the dark. We pulled out the lawn last spring and put in tiny polished gravel areas and paths surrounded by plants for the dog tromp. The gravel gets kicked up onto the patios, but it’s a lot better than smush Seattle lawn: Mud imbedded in 12 dog paws hurling into the house after a chase. Or a simple midnight pee.

I’ve found myself taking the broom and sweeping the gravel off the patios in the dark. Listening to the gravel roll, but not being able to see it.I pull the broom across areas I know from day, and push towards the gravel. When the gravel sounds stop, I stop. I get warmed up, and see my breath smoking the air as I stop and listen to the dark.

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