I dream

I am walking along a path, waiting for Miz Becky to show up so we can go hiking. I look up and realize that we are planning to hike into the Himalayas, and it is winter. "We need to postpone this hike," I say to Becky when she arrives. The sky is filled with beautiful glowing mustard yellow clouds, like a radioactive bruise.

I am walking at night. It has just finished raining, and the street lights puddle and flow in the gutters. A pale man in a fedora comes up behind me and attempts to steal my camera. I take his photo several times, which somehow reveals him to the authorities. He leaves. As I take his photo I see the final images, blurred and dark.

I come out of an alley into a large square. It is raining, a fine mist, and the sun is coming up, lighting the rain all salmon-pink and gold. There is a row of cast iron stanchions across the middle of the square, abstracted into solitude by the mist. I take photos: glowing mist at the top, the row of stanchions near the bottom, and then the wet cobblestones of the square at the bottom, reflecting iron and sky.