“View from Back Bay”

Sunlight warms the inside of the bright red truck, clearing some of the condensation gathering. The air outside is frigid at best, and is far colder than preferable. Music drifts from the stereo, sometimes fading to only the speaker on the passenger side, prompting an irritated jiggle of the aux cord. Dogs, as wonderful as they are, do not do well with technology and rapidly stopping vehicles. When the music comes through both speakers again, he tilts his head back, against the headrest. The sun illuminates his face and he basks in it for a moment, before grinning lazily at me. It is later in the afternoon, and soon the sun will dip below the horizon. When that time comes, he will start the truck, and we will wander off into Portland to find something to eat, but for now, we sit content.