October 27th, 2018

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Late

The air has turned quite autumnal tonight. It is chilly and damp, and there are patches of clouds for the moon to paint with its light. Even the birds must have decided it's finally fall, as I heard a flock of them fly south last time I was outside. I've also been hearing coyotes howl, and the domestic dogs barking back at them.

But I've let the whole day get away from me. I watched Australians murder one another on television, but the English I watched later weren't in a murdering mood so there was only theft and a bit of knocking unconscious and attempted murder. Too bad.