E tu Brutus

But no Ceasar to be seen.
Not still enough for decent reflections, not enough light for sparkling water, too much light for a night marina shot.

Oh well, just Brutus and I. 

I remember in the maternity hospital 35 years ago I referred to my new born baby as Brutus.  A nurse asked in horror if that was what I had named him.  I said no, his name is Blaze. Her jaw dropped further and she said a very profound, "Oh!" The poor woman clearly couldn't decide which was worse!