I'm looking over my left shoulder now and it's pretty dark out, but I can still see the little bodega lit up selling sodas to locals. A new hairdresser has set up shop next door, and I can see the reflection of someone getting a new doo in the shop's mirror. A blowdryer's blowing. The shop is open air to the street with collectivos driving by, and I see Nemo's silhouette looking thru the bars at kids walking underneath. Much conversation in the street. The smell of wood smoke and the sound of two dogs barking coming from Casa Brawner Sur. Our dogs will be so bored when they get back home…only squirrels to attend to.
