Sunday 9:10 am
My cat and I (he, on the windowsill, tail waving out through the slightly open window so that a little part of him can be outside, and I with a bowl of cereal and cup of coffee) sit next to the window, watching the suddenly Sunday morning world.
It's quite a different thing compared to a weekday morning, when antpaths of cars and people stream into downtown to take care of their business, or compared to last night even, when crowds of semi-intoxicated club-goers circle the block, some costumed for Halloween, while others naturally look that way.
This morning there's just a trickle of traffic on the freeway. Many of the cars have out-of-state plates and presumably contain sleepy-eyed drivers trying to make the most of the light traffic to get back home.
A few cars haunt Pearl Street and Ross Avenue, probably on their way to the farmer's market or the downtown churches. A homeless guy reads a book under the freeway bridge.
Overall, it's a peaceful world for a change.
It's quite a different thing compared to a weekday morning, when antpaths of cars and people stream into downtown to take care of their business, or compared to last night even, when crowds of semi-intoxicated club-goers circle the block, some costumed for Halloween, while others naturally look that way.
This morning there's just a trickle of traffic on the freeway. Many of the cars have out-of-state plates and presumably contain sleepy-eyed drivers trying to make the most of the light traffic to get back home.
A few cars haunt Pearl Street and Ross Avenue, probably on their way to the farmer's market or the downtown churches. A homeless guy reads a book under the freeway bridge.
Overall, it's a peaceful world for a change.