sundowning

 I sat on the couch while the sun was setting and the sky was changing, and I wondered why I don't do it more often. I was reading an interview with Patti Smith, and maybe her shamanism has infected me! Or maybe I'm just in a certain kind of mood. 

Now it's dark out there. The traffic lights along Third Street are going from red to green to yellow (and so on); the streetlights, of course, are white. I haven't turned on any lights in here. The headlights of cars driving past light up the ceiling at the front of the living room for a few seconds. 

I haven't decided what to have for dinner. Leftover butternut squash pasta? Or an improvised pair of tacos? Or maybe I should make that potato soup with greens.