Darkness. Moonless blackness.
The normally cold LCD light is supplemented by dim orange incandescence from the kitchen windows. All is silent, but it’s not. The MacBook’s cooling fans whir softly in a futile 4000 RPM attempt to mitigate the thick July air. Rain patters peacefully outside the screen porch. A breeze passes through the trees, but it does not stop to cool here.
The cats wander past in ones and twos, stopping at the screens to stare into the inky night and listen. Opportunity awaits among the rain drops.