A cat laying supine on a lawn, licking itself stubbornly.
The water tower, overseer of the Eastside, against the dusk sky.
A black cat darting out onto the street, quickly darting back to its home.
Downtown, hooting and hollering coming from the direction of Charlie's, a band rehearsing nearby.
Lights on various lawns, some on, some off, others brighter than others.
I had a difficult time concentrating on the Alabama essay, because of said hooting, and discussion of good fortune in San Francisco.
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