By: Karen B.  Summary: An ordinary day story  Thank you: CC,
very much, for sharing your friendship, time, and open eyes!
The vibrant colors of the sunset gave way to the darkness of
night. Wind rattled the tall grass and cattails near the canal,
filled to its highest peak a day ago by a late summer squall.
Bullfrogs sang a duet, hidden behind billows of fog that rose up
off the water. The gentle push of lapping water rippling along
the bank's edge added to their music.  Enjoying the cool of the
evening, Starsky and Hutch sat on the porch steps of the tiny
cottage, withonly a small cooler between them. A neat row of
empty brown bottles lined the porch rail, and bottle caps
littered the ground, along with an empty cardboard pizza box.
Both men were quiet, heavy with fatigue, but content to sit in
silence watching the moon on its rise in the east. It felt good
to just be still, to settle down the noise in their heads, and
rekindle their strength after a long week of mental and physical
madness.  Hutch fidgeted