After quite a number of small aftershocks last night, I was ready to have a peaceful day. The weather was gorgeous at least. I could rock a short sleeve shirt and be totally comfortable.
There was, as far as I could tell, only one smallish aftershock that happened between 9 and 10 a.m. I was the only one who noticed that the ground was moving and the lights were swaying. I guess my internal sense of balance is just ultra sensitive to the movement. I don’t think I will ever get use to them, but I will, hopefully, learn to live with the aftershocks in some sort of harmony.
The walk back though my neighborhood was exceptionally pleasant today. The air was cool and dry as the sun was quickly dropping to the horizon. I could take pleasure in watching the light change its hues as it continued to race towards other worlds. It was a great day, to look closely and let the bokeh (that beauty of having part of an image out of focus) come out and play.