Blurry trees in the Pacific Northwest with a sliver of a moon. It was a very cloudy, cool day. Fireworks were already popping off randomly in the late afternoon as neighbors tested their ammunition for the upcoming July 4th celebrations. I decided to wear jeans and a fitted black cotton top with my hair up and some gold hoops that were given to me for my birthday. We went for a birthday dinner at a favorite place of ours. I had green enchiladas paired with a Mamacita Margarita and queso that was so delicious — it dripped across the table as I tried to land some into my mouth via a tortilla chip. I took a photo of a large family sitting across from us —they were all smiles and laughing. “Cheeeeeese!” It looked like they were possibly from out of town.   After dinner and some flan, we loaded back up into the car and I decided on the way home that a nice, quiet walk around the neighborhood would be good since it was so mild out and still light enough that I wouldn’t be looking over ...