Gray days always bring out the most beautiful hues in nature. The bad and the good balance out in the end. (My neighbor stole that dog from its negligent owner’s backyard.)
I decided to take a walk around my new neighborhood to get a sense of the community. Since most of the homes in this area were built in the 1960s, most of our neighbors are elderly; at least, I assume they’ve lived in the same home for 50 years. It’s a pleasant change to live in a duplex instead of a student-oriented apartment building, but the rowdy children who always sound like they’re pole-vaulting or roller-blading above us are about as annoying as drunk college students yelling obscenities by the apartment pool in the middle of the night.
Fun fact: my next door neighbors have a defunct toilet in their driveway.