Coyote Creek Trail was shaded.
The hill at the end had not heard about the shade.
Daily Smile
All smilesThe hill at the end had not heard about the shade.
The path between them was a negotiation.
The Iron Horse was commuting home.
I merged like I had been invited.
The map has not driven it at 5 p.m.
I was the person walking through both.
My car and I are still negotiating.
I stepped aside like the trail had assigned seats.
I mistook it for a personal invitation.
The cart had a different opinion.