More ripping and running and gunning, late as the White Rabbit and then annoyed as Alice in front of a Cheshire Cat. But even noticing things is no guarantee of freedom, ease or liberty. I was a little luckier today than before, surrounded by less luckier folk and keenly aware. Tomorrow? As always.

Western horizon about a half hour after sunset in a clear sky, fading to red from a washed out blue with streetlamps on and silhouetted treetops still in the distance.

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