Breezy sat on the front porch sipping a warm mug of coffee.
Leaves were floating through his front yard, like a snowstorm on Mars.
He cleared his throat and stood up, setting the coffee mug on the porch rail.
A deep sigh. He looked at the yard.
His boots clapped down the wooden steps, into a mush of grass and fallen leaves.
He thought about raking up the leaves. Pushing them into a pile and stuffing them into bags.
Instead, he politely asked them to get off his lawn.
