We wake to spring, we close the day to winter, or some horrible in-between season that has the worst elements of them all. I’m growing used to this.
Let me remember the good beginnings to the day.
Isis, coming out to greet me.
That cardinal. The beautiful brilliant bird in a tangle of bare branches.
At the farmhouse, my to-do list swells. I leave for Berkeley immediately after teaching tomorrow. Let me turn away from Ocean, just for a little while, until tomorrow, or soon after.