It was late when Dimitri realized it had grown too dark to read and set his book aside. Still he remained out in the warm evening air, finding something relaxing about sitting out on his darkened balcony long after the sun had set. Dimitri leaned back in his chair, feet propped on the railing so he could look up at the cloudy sky, trying to pick ( Read more... )

The bobcat was in attack mode. Again. It had become something of an evening ritual ( Read more... )