Feels like the countryside
I walked Loca early this morning because I had to be at my desk earlier than usual. We went to the post office down the street at the end of the bayou – recall the pictures from the storm – this is where the red helicopter went down, where the people were waiting on a spit of high ground for days, where dogs and people wrote signs RESCUE ME on top of the American Can? Yes, that same spot, three years later, Loca and I were walking to the mailbox and at the last house on the bayou, just as the sun was rising, a rooster was crowing. Dawn of another day.