I was sitting, as is my habit in the late afternoon, on the bench outside as the last rays of sunlight faded.

I was waiting for the familiar sound of Mother possum's claws scratching on the floor of the possum house, as she gets up...

I thought, judging by the light, that I had a few more minutes to wait... she tends to emerge pretty much right on dusk...

For some reason I cast an eye upwards, to the bridge, and there she was, quietly sitting, watching me...

I suppose I'm there every evening, so it only stands to reason that she'd stop to say Good Morning to me, ha ha...

🙂