dogwalkingwithdougpart2
Sunday, July 19, 2026
I saw a guy on top of the styrofoam sledding hill watching the sun set. He seemed like he was in a special place, like Stonehenge or somewhere. When we walked around the other side he had a softened beatified smile, or maybe he always looks like that. The sun glowed red. The smoke was coming again and we knew it had not really dissipated but we wanted the twilit hopeful feeling like the other pilgrims seek even though we're locals. The wind brought the fire grit to my eyes and I wanted to run home, but we had to be careful in the crosswalk.
We enjoyed our first walk around the Obamachron. People were dressed for a Saturday night out. There are many native plants. The pathways that look confusing from the 17th floor are disorienting on the ground. It's scary trying to cross the street to get to the promise land as the walk light is also the turn light and drivers are either impatient or hostile to pedestrians. It almost feels like there are quiet spots that one could rest in, all the while feeling like those black light posts are actually for surveillance as well as illumination, but nearly everyone is smiling and carefree.
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