pleasure point zombie society

After wheeling Tavi's stroller just a few yards down the street her eyelids grow heavy, and begin to flutter. By the end of the block she's asleep, and we're on the path along the worn cliffs of Pleasure Point. Today the sky is plastered with low dark clouds and a spot of orange where the sun will rise. The ocean is churned, and long, even waves curl toward the rocks. A stocky golden retreiver passes close, sniffing the verge of grass. This one growls and belongs to a small Asian woman with a puffy down jacket and a loud voice full of hard cheer. One of the regular early morning walkers. Almost all of them have dogs, except one older woman always dressed haphazardly in purple who shuffles along with the look of someone who is tired of almost everything. It took two months of me smiling before she began to force, almost imperceptibly, the edges of her mouth up.