Last night and early this morning, thanks to a restless, vocal cat, I saw our neighborhood raccoon, trundling away when I flipped on the light.  

21:31:58 PM

Night sky

Not black like the trees – its lights far enough that they don’t threaten, like eyes. It doesn’t matter if you’re mad, or elated, or sad, it’s all the same to the night sky. It doesn’t talk back, it listens.