Sitting in my car at the park.
The wind is blowing long, from the North
and the deserts there.
Through the canyons and down into LA,
Didion’s winds.
Warming as they come, compressing, and gaining menace
No smoke, no need for warnings,
this time.
I can see the wind bending the trees and brush at the park.
I can’t hear it.
Windows down, head cocked but I can’t separate the wind
From the city noise.
I can hear the crows though
Chuckling somewhere in the trees
Out of sight.
The sun is warm bending in from the South
On this Winter’s Solstice.
Winter in LA is a relief,
A deep breath held and released
With a woosh, like this wind.
Circle Of Control
Found this in the below post and want to remember it for later. I like the framing.https://www.miriammogilevsky.me/blog/circlesofcontrol
For One Who Is Exhausted, a Blessing
Sunrise, Leo Cabrillo State Beach, Ca
Walking West, Into the Hoover Wilderness
Tarantulas Like Beaches Too
We were wandering North from the campsite at Jalama Beach, CA and noticed this tarantula waiting for the rising sun, like we were.
Coyote in a local graveyard
Memento Mori
Life and death are of supreme importance.
Time passes swiftly and opportunity is lost.
Each of us should strive to awaken. Awaken.
Take heed. Do not squander your life.
—Dogen Zenji
Mountains Without End
OK Google, Where’s My Check
…or, I’ll settle for a beta version of your Pixel watch