Despite the exhaustion, hangover, and weakness of Starbucks iced latte, it's nice, wandering home at 10am on a Sunday morning. You walk by people at work, tourists and a smattering of other dirty stopouts, stumbling carefully along pavement lines, eyes buried under oversized sunglasses and hair not looking as good as it did last night. It's like a club, complete with clothes code (slept in), silly walk and complicit glances.
I revealed my secret method of photographing cats today. Damn, another mystery bites the dust. And another.
It's getting colder at nights now. And the sunsets are getting grander.
There were parties. People took photos. Mine'll be along in a minute.
