Seventy degrees in March

Window open.

I was laying on the office couch doing the iPad thing, not listening to anything in particular. Just quiet. The kind of quiet you notice because it isn’t trying to be anything.

Then I heard it.

A soft buzzing drifting past the window. Not urgent. Not fast. Just steady.

Sounded like a drone cruising through the neighborhood like it owned the place. It moved off to the right and the sound disappeared as quickly as it arrived.

For a second I wondered if it was a drone… or extraterrestrials doing a casual flyby.

Seventy degrees in March.  

Window open.  

Silence… and something buzzing through it.

If it was aliens, they didn’t stay long.

Probably headed back by the Castle Rock in town.