I head north but am stopped by the electric fence. I turn around and then decide I don’t want to run into anyone from work so I head up a mulched trail that brings me back home and stay on the paved roads of the neighborhood.

The way the light comes through the trees.

“It’s really remarkable. It’s remarkable to watch because I don’t really know what I’m doing on any level, but I trust in what’s going on in my body and the feelings that come up. And I do my best to be as true to myself as I can be. And that’s all that I’ve ever done and it has led to a very creative life.” - Rick Rubin, On Being

Cool mornings and coffee and words.

Appreciating the slowness of this Saturday.

I spot a small book of poetry that I also have. She is a little kooky, but I like her.

Sauvignon blanc and salad and hot wings. The lunch I didn’t know I needed.

He’s not that mad about it.

This is what summers are made for: friends, tri tip, ribs, potato salad, Spanish rice, wine. I look up at the sky and look at the stars.

So past my bed time.