The air was particularly cooler than usual in Jerusalem this morning. I take a brisk walk to my carpool only a few minutes away. For the first time, I noticed urine stains on Jerusalem, a symptom of the amount of dog owners in the Katamon neighborhood.
The stains reach out like long, alien fingers on the sidewalk- with a desire to touch onto the street. Trees are splotched in a darker shade at the bottom of their trunks. Corner walls of Jerusalem stone are mottled with markings of canine excretion.
This of course is a result of a country that doesn’t see enough rain. A country that doesn’t see the refreshing wash of raindrops before the sun rises. Instead, we are greeted with yesterdays stains.
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