At home

Sitting outside... Sunset or a bit beyond... A full moon rising... A fire in the cast iron chimenesa .... I am hiding from the ladies, they inside, watching TV... Zoo, the latest horror tv series...

Beyond, out of sight, the train horns are sounding Caltrain and UP... base on the sound... The tracks a bit over a mile away...  big jet airplanes are going by, on final approach to SFO... A mile the other way...

There is the occasional bang of fire works... Our Nations' birthday only a few days away... And neighbors are practicing... Or more likely, like children in Christmas eve, are getting a head start on the holiday...

The sky is full of clouds, out of season...  The evening cool but comfortable... The neighbors are missing, few porch lights lit... for ours is a suburban neighborhood... You walk your dog, or home from school or occasionally work, but not for recreation, or just to walk about...

To prove me wrong, a couple walks by, across the street, with their daughter on a bike with training wheels...  They wave... Is the daughter the metaphorical dog, needing a walk, or instead a sign of a new kind of community forming...

Randy