I wonder what brought her to the front porch that late summer evening. Was it to enjoy the sunset and feel the breeze? Was she there for space and distance, a house grown too small for breath? Was the lure of the porch to sit quietly and watch the slow traffic or to get a pick up from the world beyond? Did she go to the porch to smoke a cigarette and try to shake the day? Was the porch just far enough but not too far? Did she look at the choices of other people in the area? Did she hope something would be different on the porch? Or, did she go to the porch to wait an arrival, to be closer to the embrace?