How quickly the light goes. There's a spot in this pasture that is markedly colder than the rest of the field — an eerie thing. A barn owl once flew at my first border collie here, when a friend and I were working our dogs at dusk.
Smoky's dragging a long line because I don't want him to start a rabbit and gallop into barb wire.
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