Mary

The neighbor at the end of the street had a bunch of trees taken down in her yard. She's on the corner of our street and another where I walk the dogs. Last night I noticed that before you turn the corner onto our street you can now see all the way from the cross street to the side of our house.

In the light of our dining room I could just make out Mary sitting at our table, waiting for me an the dogs to come home and call it a day.

Noticed: Saturday, March 1, 2025

Mary, sitting at the dining room table, seen through a sliding glass door, from a cross street at the end of the street that we live on, at night. — Full *Mary* photo