as rain comes and goes, the air seems good. Words float in and out of earshot. The birds are scarce and work is dragging. The cars want to die, maybe they are forshadowing california's falling into the sea, but me I am fine. I see the mountains with snow caps and I wrestle the ocean waves. It's all a tumble in trying to live these days as hard and true as possible... it's tough not to worry about tomorrow... Today points there with paper swords and semi automatic rifles. Isn't that scarey. wow.. I hope you are well. B.