Sagrado Sábado

Saturday, free from work, a awake at the hour my body decides. I shower in the radiant sunshine that escapes from behind the curtains, rather than in the dark madrugada.

I greet the bartender that I live with and the taquero that he works with, who are still drinking away last night as I head out to great the day.

Desayuno un Marlboro rojo y una mandarina. In my car I turn on the radio, Jackson Brown´s Pretender - "When the morning light comes streaming in, I get up and do it again." And then Vampire Weekend´s Horchata as I pass by the streets of  Desdemona, Hermosa and Esta Buena.

Mesquite becomes Dallas, Casa View becomes Lochwood. HUD Homes give way to dream homes. But it´s all so subtle.  Neighborhoods and cities have that, a way of ending and beginning unpretentiously, no walls, no fences, no checkpoints, sometimes a sign or two.

I have order a medium Americano and a bagel at White Rock Coffee.  And I see this on the wall:

The art work of a second grader, hanging on the wall.