Impressions from age 3 again. This interior lighting at night on granite tabletop. Or like age 7 Port Hueneme--the apartments, or the park or the barracks in the russet and pumpkin evening's start. The shadows (ghosts) thrown up blue-violet on the stone fences. I'm feeling sedate right now. Not good, not bad. Expectant? Lone. Feeling judged but not lonely. Don't know I'm being judged or anything...