"the one about photogra-aphs..."

Last night -which was really warm- I took another midnight stroll to La Conga (I'm perfecting the art of eating their burrito pollos), then decided to take a walk to the footbridge. I notice the river sounds so different at night, I can't explain... Then on my way home, amidst a carpet of fallen leaves, I found an awesome old-fashioned park bench under some classic Eugene autumn trees, and sat there and took the time to be honest with God and with myself. I don't know how much time passed by, but when this very peculiar sounding birds squawking went from odd and entertaining to annoying, I went back home and watched Sloan videos! and Pete & Pete!