There is a full moon (if not technically, then it looks like one) out on this springlike evening, but the vacant old house by the bus stop where I'm waiting has a screen door that is blowing open and shut, open and shut, creaking a little. I thought I might miss the bus or I would go up to the next bus stop to wait because this is creeping me out. A few slats of the window blinds in front are bent so someone could look through them. The door is creaking again, and the full moon is reflected in the dark upstairs windows. Remind to not wait at this stop anymore.

Ah, the bus is here! --heidi