A Rolled Newspaper

I pushed past the front screen door and followed the brick walkway to the post. A thick newspaper wrapped in clear yellow plastic lay balanced across the bottom step. I stopped two paces away, watching the faint sheen of morning light catch the plastic seams. Stepping closer, I nudged the edge of the roll with my nose. It rolled half an inch, settling firmly into the seam between two weathered bricks with a soft, crinkly rustle. I lowered my chin and stood quietly beside it, letting the morning air settle.