Quiet, soft air. The SB version of Fall. Tiny birds feeding on the hillside behind me. Big birds hovering over the eucalyptus trees. A container ship out in the channel just passing Santa Rosa Island.
Will these days always remind me of you? The perfectly blue sky, easy sun and light smell of flowers. Probably. The daybreak also reminds me that you would say “enjoy” and I’d grumble something about work but not today. Today I listen closely to the sounds, feel the air in its stillness.
It’s clear enough to see details of Santa Cruz island as the boat overloaded with stuff no one needs cruises on through.
Another cup of coffee. A Thursday 11/11. Make a wish. But not that one.