Streets of steam

Autumn has turned to cold and rain.  The canal is full and all the leaves on the street are floating on its surface.
Bernie ate the little collar lamp that Emma bought him so I could see him in the dark. I stopped him before he got to the batteries.
We schlep down the river bank at night and I have to trust he's doing what I've brought him out to do because I can't see a thing.
Back on the street our boiler is making a public statement that it's working as it should and BS is waiting for me to throw another stone, which I won't.