They’re Having a BBQ Next Door

They’re having a bbq next door.

It’s barely noon on a blustery Sunday, presumably after the service led by the pastor neighbor in the white tents next to the house. The family spent the waning light before sunset cutting the grass, brushing their horses, and cleaning the grill. I can see everything from this second story barn apartment. Elk, deer, hawks, antelope, church.

Cars started pulling onto the manicured lawn early this morning, and now drivers and passengers are standing in circles separated by gender and age, trying to avoid the charcoal…