#149 Observer

From his perch, half-shadowed by twilight, Max watches like a quiet observer, taking in a live show outside the window, calm, content...

Twilight breeze drifts in
Max, still on his wooden stool
Watches life go by.

At 8:30 p.m. in summer, the light still lingers. While the rest of us stay inside watching TV with the AC on, Max chooses the patio, watching the ever-changing scene outside.

Lounging on a small wooden stool, perfectly still, tail dropping through the slats, he takes it all in.

The street is alive - neighbors strolling, dogs passing by, voices floating through the warm air. The scent of freshly cut grass drifts in; someone nearby is mowing their lawn.

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