Clouds and ocean glisten over to the west. Cafe latte addicts pull in, pull out, pull in at Mendocino Cookie Company. A townie sets off to work wearing sandals and carrying her lunch. Fences to peek through. At dawn numerous cats seek friendly leftovers behind the restaurants.
Ravens perch on rooftops.
Raptors soar over the headlands. Juncos and English sparrows search for nest materials in roof rain gutters. The attic witches of the MacCallum House rustle in the wind, grimacing at passersby. Out of the corner of my eye they come alive. In the bookstore a local piebald feline named Flo illegally eats the breakfast we set out for our cat, Colette.