Now he could see his house, the porch light making a bright semicircle stage of a red door surrounded by white wicker chairs. He smiled. There were things that his mom did to their home that reached out and welcomed him back each time he came up the street and especially now.
A cool sudden wind chased at his back, tattletaled by the whoosh of soft summer leaves before he could feel it.
He looked up at the night sky. He thought it winked back at him.