Last night Big Fish and I went outside to the car. We'd been inside since nightfall, with the heater on and the blinds down. I'd left my laptop in the car, and she wanted to measure up the garage (as you do).
The light in the backyard illuminated swirling clouds of mist: tiny droplets drifting about in a barely perceptible breeze. The cats were strangely keen to go outside, and came back later puffed up and starred with mist-drops. Maybe they see drifting cat-shapes on misty nights.
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