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.