a grub.

the crosswalk. we always pause here perforce and i still push the button once in a while for a lark, as i daydream of a land without cars. there was a time... the time could come around again... imagine not having to fear angry autopilots in automobiles. the grub seems to be a bigger button. i may as well have pushed the grub. 
on the way back we saw two cars swerve on the slick curve and i hustled the deaf mister further over onto the verger, then put my camera leash on for protection. the time is coming for the leash, as he grows blind and deaf, to keep him safe and close to me.