A year later.

May 27, Novato.

A year later we're again on the grounds of the Saint Vincent School for Boys, a tall mission-style church towering over the tent and trailers. Last year it was a beautiful lot with lush grass; I remember arriving in the field, there was nobody ahead of us, the moon was almost full and it was peaceful and quiet as it can only be in the dead of the night, and the scent of the grass when I stepped out of the truck, it was thick and green, and there was a minty fragrance in the air.
This year it's dry as a tinderbox, the hay stalks to thick they make you stumble. Dylan cannot walk in this field, so he's been cooped up in the trailer most days, pobrecito.
What a difference a year makes.