Him

I saw him unexpectedly.  Really, I wasn't looking for him because I didn't expect to find him here.  But there he was.    Already high.  I walked around a palm tree to get a better look.  And sure enough, it was him.  And on such a warm night, too.

I remember late summer nights, around two o'clock in the morning, taking the doggies out for their last whirl of the day, and seeing him slowly emerging from the horizon, already with a coolness that made me shiver.

Tonight he could have been wearing a sombrero, perhaps with a shawl carelessly draped over a shoulder.  He looked down benevolently, breathing an unexpected sigh of warmth.