winter walk

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It's late and I'm just now taking the dog out. He runs ahead of me eager for our frosty walk together. Glancing up I see the abandoned home of bees. A huge honeycomb dangling from a gutter. I remember those fat bees glowing gold in the summer.

The dog and I make our way up the alley. The concrete is pockmarked and uneven. Tiny pieces of glass glitter underneath the lamp posts. We continue to walk and I step in something. I look down and as if to mock me I see sand. Before I can inspect further the 85 pound dalmation leads me away. The alley is such a fascinating place in the winter time.

Someone threw out an old fish tank and a mirror. Pepe the terrible isn't out tonight. He is the size of a dog cough drop with attitude. On many occassions he has spied me and Cometa and come out of nowhere scaring the crap out of us.

How many times have I walked through this alley and nothing seems to change?

We walk back and I see the small dune of beige sand sniffling in the artic wind. Reminds me of when I would sun myself on a beach in Cancun. I look up at the sky and see a sliver of the new moon. Time to put out our moon jars. Soon the alley will turn into a forest of ice glinting of winter dreams. This evening and tomorrow evening there is supposed to be a meteor shower visible between 10 p.m. - 2 p.m. As we walk in I spot the flickering Christmas ornaments from across the street. On and off, On and off reminding me of a sign in Las Vegas. Fun times in the tundra...