The fog swirls around us as the dog beelines for her favorite tree. The moon stares down from right overhead, misty-eyed.
A dim couple crosses the street in the hazy glow of the stoplight, their conversation clouding into speech bubbles that hang in the air and dissipate after the speakers have passed.
The dog, finished, swings around to head home, while somewhere above, wind chimes on a fire-escape ring like a buoy in a dark ocean of sky.
One year ago today: She Knew
Two years ago today: What Else Am I Gonna Do?
Three years ago today: Snow Walk
Nine years ago today: 2-07-08 Of Course