Watching the Sunset in the Meadows

I can't recall what time my brain finally shut down for the night on Sunday morning. It was past half four for sure. The sky had been getting light for sometime as I remember...

...Then it was half past one. As Sunday often does, it dissolved into broken fragments of nothing very much at all.

In the evening I walked over to M.Riot's and saturated the fatty part of my brain with episodes of Portlandia.