Bright white Corvette. Bright white Jaguar. New looking Jag and Corvette both in front of building 5, the cat building.
Lowered old dusty blue Buick, windows open, black guy wearing sideways billed cap reclining in driver’s seat puffing, top of his head just barely visible in window, blowing smoke, waving arm, exhibiting 'cool' contentment.
White Rose of Sharon. Yellow fireplug. Harley–covered with red canvas. Faded, empty tobacco pouch. Several empty small whiskey bottles. Smashed Coke can, flattened Bud can, 4th day for an empty Big Gulp cup, faded yellow old-fashioned girl's bike on balcony, dogs, dog poop, birds, red/blue/purple gas filled birthday balloons–losing their lift, only one guy walking, wearing navy blue sweatshirt (!!) with number 07 on it in white, looks confused when I wave at him, the guy on the 2nd floor balcony across from mine refuses to wave back no matter how vigorously I wave or how often I greet him. Wears fresh looking white wife beater every day. Spends hours just sitting there. Some days I prop a canvas in the doorway to block my view of him. Feels kinda voyeuristic.
The rest of them in their houses, hiding from the heat, I assume. Hot as a mug. Nice intermittent breeze.
PS: We have been, or are being sold and are now advertised as Pet Friendly. Rumors abound. More will be revealed regarding repercussions of this sale, but, for now, the dog population has exploded, and they are allowed in all the public spaces. Many people have at least two.
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Oh, god. There's gonna be poop everywhere.
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