...or sit in the bay...whichever tickles your poetic fancy.
Squintley woke me up at 4:00 this morning to tell me something very important then sit on my ear. He has been doing that EVERY day since his surgery. I keep telling myself, "Patience, Evalie, he's an old cat who has just had major surgery." as I plurff cat hair from my face.
Since I was up, I took advantage of the clearish skies to take a photo of the bay. The moon was actually mostly hidden by a light haze. There was no way to get it setting; it was behind a cloud bank long before that. I like this peaceful scene. I like that even though I am looking across at one of the more densely populated areas, there are just those few lights.
