nightly walk
Jun. 19th, 2016 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoffAfter the little boys (finally) fell asleep, I called Luke down to help me clean up the kitchen and then I took the dog for a walk. It's after 10pm and 78°F (25.5°C). My working class neighborhood is very quiet, almost somnolent. Which is what you'd expect at 10:30pm on a Sunday night, but not our usual. Even Brenda, the crack-lady across the street who's usually out pontificating to the neighborhood from her porch, is quiet. I can hear lazy voices, box fans in the windows, and TVs.
A firefly lit up on the corner, a single *blink* .... *blink* .... *blink*. It made me sad, that he was out there all by himself. The house next to us is owned by a church, and a big group met there to clean it up, and threw all of the garbage out back. Three weeks now, big black bags of kitchen garbage, and the raccoons have got to it. I breath shallow as we pass. The dog and I took a turn into the alley and there was another firefly, *blink* .... *blink*. So that was a little better. Halfway down the alley, one of our cats met us, Louie, his white tuxedo markings glowing. He and the dog exchanged polite greetings.
We turned, threading through more alleyway, down and 'round the corner and through the yard of the house that's been empty for over a year-- a guy named Tucker used to live there and say hi whenever he saw me and the dog. I kinda miss him. Past the now-abandoned house and up the next alley, heading home. The air has weight, and there's cannabis floating in languid ribbons; I walk through one and then another. Stoner Dave is in his lawn chair out behind his house. I'm illuminated by the street light, and I give him a wave. "Hey, Lees," he murmurs, another silky ribbon. By our house, two more cats greet us, weaving back a forth just out of reach of the dog's leash. One reaches over and taps the other on the flank, and they bounce through the neighbor's box hedges.
My house smells like peanut butter sandwiches, growing things and, regrettably, cats. I let the dog loose of her leash and she goes to the kitchen for a drink of water. Yeah, that sounds good. It's so damn hot.
G'night all.
A firefly lit up on the corner, a single *blink* .... *blink* .... *blink*. It made me sad, that he was out there all by himself. The house next to us is owned by a church, and a big group met there to clean it up, and threw all of the garbage out back. Three weeks now, big black bags of kitchen garbage, and the raccoons have got to it. I breath shallow as we pass. The dog and I took a turn into the alley and there was another firefly, *blink* .... *blink*. So that was a little better. Halfway down the alley, one of our cats met us, Louie, his white tuxedo markings glowing. He and the dog exchanged polite greetings.
We turned, threading through more alleyway, down and 'round the corner and through the yard of the house that's been empty for over a year-- a guy named Tucker used to live there and say hi whenever he saw me and the dog. I kinda miss him. Past the now-abandoned house and up the next alley, heading home. The air has weight, and there's cannabis floating in languid ribbons; I walk through one and then another. Stoner Dave is in his lawn chair out behind his house. I'm illuminated by the street light, and I give him a wave. "Hey, Lees," he murmurs, another silky ribbon. By our house, two more cats greet us, weaving back a forth just out of reach of the dog's leash. One reaches over and taps the other on the flank, and they bounce through the neighbor's box hedges.
My house smells like peanut butter sandwiches, growing things and, regrettably, cats. I let the dog loose of her leash and she goes to the kitchen for a drink of water. Yeah, that sounds good. It's so damn hot.
G'night all.
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Date: 2016-06-20 10:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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