just a cut of this cookie desert

We spent last night in the suburbs. The new inner-city suburbs. Where every house is some slight variation of brown and beige and shingles and stone. Where the yards are huge, the pools in-ground and the sprinkler systems all programmed to go on after dark. Where the trees are either so young or so quietly absent that you can actually feel the concavity of the sky. And where it's so quiet you can actually forget there is any life beyond the company you keep.