Last Wed. Night

Last wed. night, i was walking on the street and my mind began to describe the picture that was before me. I felt like sharing it.

As i step out onto Bob and Hilde's front door step, i can distinctly smell the fragrance of smoke hanging in the air. It seems like someone in the neighborhood has had a bonfire causing the block to be enveloped in a haze of smoke. I make my way to the road, that i might walk to my van beneath the canapy of trees framing the street. My path is lite up, ever so gently, by the soft light of the street lamps. There seems to be a layer of fog hanging in the air to mix with the smell of smoke i had noticed upon stepping out onto the door step. It is such a beautiful evening to be enjoying the fresh cool air.