Sunset and Pajamas Evening in San Diego
Watched the sun go down from a balcony in Point Loma Heights, up on the hill where the whole neighborhood tilts toward the water. The Pacific is less than a mile off and you can see it flatten out past the ridgelines — houses stacked along the hills to the right, the sun dropping into a band of orange right at the horizon line. The bougainvillea along the railing had gone almost black-red in the last of the day.
Once it got dark we went inside and the dog got put into a plaid fleece onesie, all four legs, collar still on over the top. She sat on the couch among the pillows and tolerated it — mostly staring at whatever was on the TV, occasionally turning around to look at us like she was filing a complaint. The pajamas stayed on longer than I expected. By the end of the night she'd stopped noticing them and just curled up on the leather cushion in full tartan.