Last Walk on Wednesday

Asked the fellow for fifteen cents
See the fellow he jumped the fence
Jumped so high he touched the sky
Never got back till the Fourth of July
Walkin' the dog
Just a-walkin' her dog
If you don't know how to do it
I'll show you how the walk the dog

~ Rufus Thomas, Walking the Dog

West into the sunset

It was a normal Wednesday evening. We headed out at dusk and noticed the steady drone of the crickets just starting their "wall of sound" punctuated by the occasional maraca noise of the cicada.

It's rained a little - off and on for the last two days. The mosquitoes found us at just-dark.

We passed a woman power walking. Two young men zoomed by on skateboards. A family enjoyed the small park.

Zelda and I walked - straight down the street and then back home again as the last of the birds chirped goodnight.