Scattered clouds tonight, no moon, just the lights from the city reflecting off of them.
Scorpius to the south, a night where it finally cooled off a bit.
A bit of breeze, the sound of mockingbirds and coyotes through the canyons.
The kind of night when it might be nice to lay on the grass and watch the sky. But the megadrought in the US Southwest is in its fifth year? Seventh? Tenth? And with the severe water restrictions in place the grass has died, turned brown, cruncy, and pokey. Maybe let’s just stand here on the sidewalk for a few instead.