Season Changing

Where we once lived, the bridge is no longer swept by the man we hired for 11 years to keep it clean. But fortunately his son was graduated before his income ended. The familiar shops are busier than ever and the smiles of the vendors suggest the pace of business is keeping pace with the cost of living.

Cars are plentiful and new coffee shops continue to open to eager customers. Gold’s Gym is packed and they finally got the music arranged properly. Clothing, and behaviour, seems more western than ever. And the summer heat is about to fill the valley. The haze builds and my hold on time begins to sense a fine vibration. It maybe just be the metro train going past . . .