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Every day falls into a comfortable, familiar routine. The alarm rings at 7:30, I hit snooze and sleep in until 8:00. Sit up, stretch, squint at the sunlight seeping through the curtains. My bathroom tiles are cold and toothpaste stings my lips. The face in my mirror gives me the same tired expression, asking why I stayed up so late the night before. I've never been able to give him a decent answer.
I put the cleanest clothes I can find on my back and step downstairs. There's nothing but static on the TV; the same hypnotic blizzard of white noise on every channel. Joey barks, demanding his breakfast; I pour out his food and then pour out my own, and the two of us eat together in the soft quiet of the morning.
It's so warm out and the sun is so bright and feels so fresh. Joey waddles along on squat legs, his jowls wobbling with each bow-legged step. It's such a nice day for a walk. We take our regular route up the hill, Winding through flowering trees saturated with the scents of spring.
There are no squirrels, no rabbits to chase; a disappointment for Joey. No other dogs or other people to greet along the way Flocks of birds glide above, heading abroad in great droves, their timepieces running months ahead of regular.
We reach our end, the peak of our path; the valley below laid out before us. Joey pants; catching his breath, cooling down. I press a cigarette to my lips and take a deep breath. It's so hot.
They are across the valley, nearly beyond the ridge of our sight. They could be any other part of the landscape, a pylon, a turbine, some grand metallic construct. Their long slender legs move slowly, unsure of the earth upon which they step. They look almost graceful, the movements so smooth and slick. We can hear the echoes of their creaks and groans, steel sliding against steel as they move through the mist.
It's so hot and here we are, me and Joey, in our halo of pure blue and the last of the sun in our eyes, holding our breath as the sky burns away.
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