Night Heron

He hangs out by the dumpster at the harbor, ever hopeful. We were on a very pleasant walk through golden fields, then along a path by the boats. It was, finally, a bright clear warm day, perfect for strolling and then sitting in the yard and dozing. Nobody quite knows what day it is, what with yesterday's holiday in the middle of the week. I expect I'll be confused for awhile. After dinner: music by Tiffany Austin, a terrific upcoming young jazz singer.