The rain we were promised for the last two days has finally arrived, so our walk was more of a short dash out the door in between bands of clouds. Keely was still not thrilled with the whole idea and turned back home with conviction once she was done with what she needed to do.
Because I did not trust how long the break in the rain might last, and also it is already super-humid, I did not go down to the park this morning to become one with the mosquitoes. Instead we did a short trip into Los Robles, which if you don’t know is a very old sub-division originally designed and developed during the booming years of the 1920s, and considered at the time a good ways north of the city proper.
Of course now it’s in the heart of Mid-Town, and two blocks up from where I live. It is a wandering loop of streets with very few sidewalks, low traffic, expensive mansions, and a “commons” park smack dab in the middle. I have often dreamed of owning a home there — I even have it picked out, and it is currently for sale.
*checks bank balance*
Maybe next year. 🙂
So we did some speed walking under the spitting clouds up to Los Robles, which is a familiar jog for Keely as it is usually the route I take for our evening walks. Even before I had Keely I would go for walks there a lot, so I know most of the long-term residents by sight, at least, and they recognize me. It is weird to be there in the early morning when most everyone is still abed or barely stirring.
Keely, of course, dealing with the trauma of getting wet was mostly focused on going home as quickly as possible, but I enjoyed the quiet.
The clouds were a study in contrasts: a strong, dark-gray band of rain clouds moving east, interspersed with lighter cloud cover letting a bit of sunlight cut through here and there. As I said, untrustworthy; but certainly majestic.