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.