The rain that should have fallen
hours ago is now a thick fog
crawling beside me at Ela Ave.

As churchgoers sing,
two girls in green shirts,
twins perhaps,
cross the street with ponytails
prancing behind their heads.

A German Shepherd on a leash
pulls the bigger girl toward her father
also being pulled by a similar dog.

I trail behind them
from a good distance
careful not to disturb
their most precious affair.

But surrendering to my desire
to eavsdrop I came nearer
only to smell the funniest of smells:

Fresh dog breath and saliva
mixed with fog.