Walking to new grocer at the corner of Spruce and 20th to splurge on a lb. of la Colombe coffee after an hour trying telling myself to be satisfied with basically flavored water similar to coffee for a month. Really bugged that I haven’t had a real coffee yet this year. So the stalling made me leave the apartment just as these silver gelatin clouds right out of a Universal Studios 30s werewolf movie were passing over the an iceblue moon that it stopped me in my tracks on Panama St. taking in the city skyline lit in cobalt.