Cigars

I just came in from looking for the moon through the overcast sky while smoking a cigar. Every now and then I could see it through the fleeting cloud cover while the air around me was still enough that I could watch the plumes of my silky smoke tumble and twist and stretch like taffy as it rose above the light. So nice & quiet here. There's even something almost reverent in the cats on a night like this until a cricket or a frog attracts their attention & they start their wild leaping pounces of their very serious hunts. I can't help but thwart them - I want to see the frogs in particular get away safely.

I love it out here. I don't think I ever want to live in a city ever again.