still

an hour later and i'm still here. just came in from the patio after smoking a cigarette. this condo sits on the edge of the san diego river, which is hardly a stream, much less a river as i know them. then again, how can any river measure up to the mighty mississippi? since we are near this august body of water, there are frogs and crickets weaving thier symphony of clicks, chirps and croaks into the cool night air. the evening is bright and crisp in the light of the moon. i wish there were some way to capture it other than with words. words will have to do.