A little sliver of light hangs on late in the day.

Metal where it has massed, metal where it doesn’t belong.

An almost-Apple-esque aesthetic.

There are a couple of grocery stores near our house and we almost always head to the newer one, which is maybe a tenth of a mile closer to us.

It has been some time since I was in the older one but we swung through yesterday, the Mrs. looking for something specific they tend to have. There have been discussions about building a new one, almost adjacent, but no ground has been broken.

Walking the aisles was like a series of flashbacks. I wouldn’t call the store old, but it hasn’t been updated in quite some time and it feels worn – it takes a lot of usage to wear down diamond plate.

My parking lot has a surprising number of Mini Coopers. In addition to mine, there are two silver convertibles, a dark green hardtop, and two beiges hardtops along with an occasional red convertible. Was sad to see one of the beige Coopers with what appears to have been a smashed window sealed over.

The weather continues to be unseasonable stupidly warm, bringing folks out onto North Campus in the afternoons.

Also spotted, the proverbial unicorn – a university student reading a newspaper.

I was headed south this morning for a meeting and, out of the corner of my eye, spotted four small cinder block structures, time taking its toll. On the way back, I stopped.

These were little one-bedroom cabins, I suspect, as each had what was once a bathroom at the back. All of the roofs were gone and under the pine needles lay the rusting metal carcasses of old mattresses as well as a broken Clorox bottle.

One, built too close to a tree, was being heaved up and town apart. A little pressure and that wall would come right down.