Well, it has been a significant bit of time, hasn’t it? And not that I have designs to truly correct that this morning; that is to say, balance will not be restored, even though the sun is that particularly beautiful shade of slanting gold that excites and calms at the same time. Which is to say, I find that I like watching the bees dance in the honeyed tree-tops (which is also to say eye-level here in the canyon-home) a sliver more than actually writing about them.

Interesting little anecdote: at the swap meet yesterday, I was in one of those amazing expanses of old books that quickens the blood– while also bludgeoning home the cold, depressing fact that one does not have enough time to read all one needs to- and i found, not atypical for me, that enthusiasm overshadowed other somber thoughts and I burst out, “I am a sucker for books!” An older chap, across the table from me, caught my eye as he looked up, smiled, and communicated utter and complete sympathy without saying a word. ‘Twas a good moment; a moment that reaffirmed the sometimes doubtful fact that we are not alone in our plights.

Anyway, there you have it. My legs and sides ache from a torturous, though glorious-stupid-courageous, run through the canyon trails in the darkness. Quite an experience, hauling one’s body through the uneven micro-topology and cool air-veins of the secret canyons without being able to see where one’s feet are going. There are so many moments of pure feel, but of a desperate nature: rolling one’s ankle, and striking some Futurist, in-motion counterpoint to compensate for stepping on a loose rock. Quite amazing. I recommend it highly.

Ok, that is enough for the morning. WHat else could you want to know?

Exactly. So, be well.