Protected

It's a beautiful Saturday out here.  Windy and warm with the Santa Ana winds blowing.

I'm in a wonderfully melancholy mood today.  Across California, there are fires burning because of these dry winds, so it seems wrong to enjoy this, but I am. 

I'm watching the leaves blow from the trees and push up against the walls and bushes in the distance, making piles.  After a while, the winds shift and the piles leave, too. On my deck, I'm protected from the winds; the walls and buildings are aligned perfectly.




I'll man myself up later.  Promise.