Nightcasting
Ah. Late.
With the hours thinned out toward morning, I’m riding a buzz and listening to “Don’t Fear the Reaper” (checking the cowbell, oh yeah). The night was long and warm; the air holding the near memory of rain.
Now thing are deeper, dark. The computer playing a track — while everything else is quiet. (Except for the the tapping of these keys.)
I’m not very focused.
But am (at least) relaxed.
Cool.