I was too early to meet with a friend in Santa Cruz. I took a walk in a neighborhood of old stately and rundown houses.

At first my body was stiff from the drive and then I loosened up and could look closely at each wonderful house.

Something about looking at homes is refreshing and endlessly interesting. I no longer wish I could live there, it's more a curiosity about the lives in each house.

Feeling satisfied I went to meet my friend.