D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

There's a house in the historic district in San Jose that burned this fall. I saw it a few weeks ago and forgot and took that street again yesterday evening. It was a tall Victorian - two stories plus rooms in the attic and a half basement - painted pale green, and I would guess the fire started in the kitchen, because the back extension was almost collapsed. Outside the chainlink fence, the white roses are still blooming. The house across the street is all lit up for the holidays, now. Strings of giant snowflakes that blink on and off, a strobing red and blue ornament in the window onto the porch, and a recording playing tinny music. "Happy New Year!" it called out to me as I walked past.