you can usually see me getting off work,
and walking down the maple-shaded steps which lead out of the office.
I can look across the B.A.R.T. (Bay Area Rapid Transit) tracks and see pretty tree-covered hills dressed in golden summer grass.
I twist and strain to squeeze myself into the small crack of my car door. My car is so tightly packed into one of the narrow parking spaces the door can't open very wide, and it is a miracle my back still functions at all.
Driving down the steep driveway, I look up and see the huge monstrosity of the multi-laned freeway overpass blotting out the sky above me. If you look closely, you can see a strange thing sticking out, which I've decided is the backside of a poor unfortunate pigeon that got stuck last spring trying to fit into a too-small hole.
One of my favorite parts of the short journey home is a secret road I pass on the left. It is inviting, and practically begs me to just brazenly get out of the car and walk down it's oak and willow strewn path. I never have, because I have a feeling it is someone's private driveway to their home along the creekside.
Further down along the right side of the road is a lovely assortment of cactus and agave just sprouting out next to the row of mailboxes. I find them beautiful with their different textures and shades of green.
Finally, I pull onto my street to my driveway. It is lined with huge valley oaks which in the fall, litter the ground with loads of giant acorns to be crushed under the car tires. The squirrels are busy with their gathering and storing labors, and appear to have lost their playful attitude.
After parking the car, I walk out of the old detached carport/garage along the red brick patio off the back lawn, where more often than not there are jays frolicking on the grass, digging up peanuts which they hid that morning...
Up the wooden porch stairs past the potted cactus and clematis vining around the rail....