Sailing along

Laying low kind of day, cruising into the evening; a barbeque with old friends, and it was nice to sort of catch up with them. There was another guest, a very talkative fellow who pretty much monopolized the conversation, but he seemed decent, and had recently lost his wife to cancer. I figured he deserved some slack. The night drew on, and a huge bunch of crows convened close by, raucous as all get out, but at sunset, cruised silently back the other way, under a tinted egg-shaped moon.