The moment

In the morning walk to the office. Work on a variety of matters. Walk home. Ride my bike west to 76th Street. Walk further west on the Hank Aaron trail. Walk to Highway 100. Walk back my bike. Stop to see a monarch butterfly enjoying a lavender flower. Capture the moment by taking a picture. The moment now exists in three times and places: the moment itself, my memory of the moment and the photographic recording of the same moment.

Trauma is all gone

In the morning drive to the courthouse. Go in for jury trial. Argue the case to the jury. Get a verdict in the afternoon. Walk to Brady Street. Walk east down to the lakefront. See a group of geese being harrassed by an asshole dog. I come by right after with a bag of bread for them and their trauma is all gone. Walk home.

Split decision

In the morning drive to the jail. Go in for a consultation. Walk over to the courthouse. Go in for jury verdict. It is a split decision. Not Guilty on the biggest charge but Guilty on the lower two charges. Drive home. Walk to the office. Work for a while. Walk home.