I Have No Memory Of This Place

Barley, a dog, sniffs along the bade of a retaining wall made of rough, uneven stones.

One needs to set aside appropriate time when taking Barley for a walk in an entirely new neighborhood. Any surface that (to our eye) looks like it probably would smell interesting evidently does, and as Barley’s chaperone I find my pace slowed to something a little more akin to that shuffling through a museum, observing each piece in turn.