the sun reflecting off windows across the bay and through the fog; the roommate we have given a tertiary pet name to; his (Bacon's) guitar--he sang and played Don't Be Cruel while we mimosed on Thanksgiving morning: 4 year-old Leland says, I may think I am small enough--if I borrowed his skeleton shirt, I would look like a belly dancer: Anna timing the sunset on her smart phone so we could set our sights on returning to the apartment to eat Thanksgiving dinner: P. patting her sweet potato bun: Jovani, just after he got me, used my head to take a panorama-rama.
