A short while ago I saw the moon rising in the east-southeast, big and orange. It is still behind a tree, but shines through the branches, and is so orange that it makes it look like the tree is on fire. In a few minutes it will rise high enough to be clearly visible before it passes behind another tree, and then remain concealed by branches and leaves until after midnight, when it will emerge from behind my walnut tree. I intend to go out and see it, and then come in and watch English people in the West Indies murder one another on television.
I intend not to think about Americans murdering one another until after I've had a night's sleep. Hoping I don't dream about American murders.