Oh. Well, that's what I'd like to do right now, if you don't mind. Can't have you hogging up the whole porch.

[he turns to look out over the yard. still dark, still lukewarm. he misses the spring; summer's come to early. at least spring air is fresh and clean, not muddy and humid like late May's wind. he closes his eyes for a moment, suppressing a yawn.]

How different does it feel to do it now?