“You just want someone to talk to,
they just want to get their hands on you.”
● Eagles
Meandered outside for a walk at 1:47 this morning because, as previously discussed, freedom has infused me of late with a delicious sense of recklessness.
I spied with my little eye…
… two stray black cats who roam the apartment lot, tucked beneath the left rear tire of a large SUV.
… one skittering shadow accompanied by a series of tiny nails, presumably the silhouette of a squirrel concerned about the state of his nuts. You and me both, buddy.
… four silently observant security cameras.
… one University of Illinois College of Law license plate on the back of a particularly handsome Jeep.
… one Kentucky license plate in the parking lot of an adjacent apartment complex.
… Deneb, Vega and Altair aligned in the Summer Triangle.
… two illuminated windows in a condo revealing a dark-haired fellow crouched over a keyboard, tapping furiously and occasionally pausing to gulp unknown contents from a Styrofoam cup (methinks Neil Young would not approve).
… one proud figure in blue/orange flannel pants and an orange fleece jacket, smiling for no particular reason at her reflection.
