The sun has just went down. I turn on my little light by my chair that throws a soft glare across my room
,its caused by my light Pointing at the reflective louvers of my blinds.
I have my window open a crack. Cool  fresh air is being pulled into the room by my little fan that is always set on quiet mode. The room has the perfect climate, cool dark cozy.
Funny how its normally just me. I guess not everyone likes cool. I just heard a school of geese fly over my house. It sounds like an airborne argument.
It also sounds amazing, especially  growing  up where I did hearing nothing but huge planes over head. With this perfect setting, there is still something missing, companionship.  I need a dog.