Raw Day

It's a raw day of drizzly mist. I needed to air out my brain. Lily and I walked to Turbesi Park and she went wild, running in big loops inside the fenced-in ball field. The whole park was empty except for three teen boys in baggy black clothes who came traipsing through. Lily and I passed through the cemetery on the way home. I think of the cemetery as little Ireland - it is very green, with rolling hills and few trees. Today it was real Irish weather. The long walk warmed us both up and calmed us down. Now my shoes are slowly drying out on a heater, and Lily is curled up asleep on her bed beside me.