An hour later the patch of sun will move upstairs and so will the cats.
I went for a walk late yesterday afternoon. I wanted to catch the pink sunset on the snow behind Boise, which only happens for a few minutes after 5 pm. I decided to walk over to the rim, past the graveyard, since I really needed to get out and walk around. I'm glad I decided at the last minute to take my warmest hat, because I can't begin to tell you how cold I was. This is the old Boise train depot,
Near the depot they built these ugly houses,
The train doesn't run much anymore, but I still would not want to live in one of these.
These shots are about 10 minutes apart and don't nearly do the scene justice,
These failed luxury condos have this view,
These must be on some expensive real estate and they are completely empty with a chain link fence around the property.
It was my legs that were cold, maybe caused by the bottom of my coat flapping against my thighs while I walked and creating a breeze. I started dreaming about flannel lined pants and wondered if a shorter jacket would have been better. I hurried home after taking the pictures, partly because I was cold and partly because Mary Kay told me not to walk past the graveyard at night.
My legs were still tingling after being home and inside for a hour and the walk in the cold completely wore me out. I ate a big dinner, the cold makes me really hungry, too, watched the end of The Stand on TV, took a hot bath, got in bed and read my book until I fell asleep before 10. No one ever accused me of being a night owl.
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