In the evening heat rises from the ground up into the cooling air. This is when dogs in the park catch a scent and want to run as if they were still supposed to hunt. And we sense something about this time of day as well. Things around us achieve a certain clarity and hidden instincts we thought were lost return to us. For example I have seen the shapes of buildings through the windows of other buildings but had no words to describe what I needed to do. It is October. This afternoon the high pressure system moving south from Canada put so many white clouds across the sky it looked like the skies in oil paintings from a previous century, October with your vegetables and sad leaves and tunnels of golden light what are we to do with this? Mundane city things happen. Trucks charge out of alleys. Construction on the new arena continues. Couriers come and go from the offices. Sometimes there are the smells of coffee or of wood smoke from a restaurant and then it's night. I know the ghost light of stars tries to reach out to us in our cities but it is no longer glamorous or illicit enough to impress. Therefore we spend our lives looking for something t replace it with. Our bodies want to walk beneath swimming galaxies and feel cold and search for wood to burn on a damp night but instead we drive home past the dozens of limousines and their police escorts idling in front of a luxury hotel. The copes in their riding breeches smoke cigars and bullshit with the limo drivers. Flags of whatever countries or corporations hand folded over the miniature staffs while the cars stand still. There is a clock overhead and it goes on telling the time. There is a river a few blocks away damaged yes but still following its old course to the sea. The traffic flows by. Sometimes more sometimes less. For now the sirens and lights remain quiet and still hidden behind the grills of the unmarked cars. There is no danger.