having caught the wrong line, i had to get off the bus at fairfax and walk the mile or so home in the dark. i passed the lights at lacma and peeked in on the richard serra sculptures from outside the museum windows. a man walked a big, shaggy dog to my left. there's construction on the walking route to my bus, and the makeshift sidewalk they've created is an improvement on the original. i wish they'd keep it. short winter days make night feel like night again.