It feels almost wicked to be enjoying the fine October weather so greatly when a short distance away a big part of the state is still burning and thousands have been made homeless. While one of our local fires has remained static in acreage, the other has barely expanded, and both are now 95% contained, Napa and Sonoma Counties and other areas are still much farther from seeing an end to their ordeals. This October, though (so far) kind to me, will, I think, not be remembered fondly by a great many Californians.
There was something else on my mind, but it has escaped. That happens more and more. Have I already said that? I suspect I have, and probably more than once. Ah, well. Aging. Can't live with it, can't live without it.
by Juan Ramón Jiménez
The ship, slow and rushing at the same time, can get ahead of the water but not the sky. The blue is left behind, opened up in living silver, and is ahead of us again. The mast, fixed, swings and constantly returns —like an hour hand that points always to the same hour— to the same stars, hour after hour black and blue. The body as it daydreams goes towards the earth that belongs to it, from the other earth that does not. The soul stays on board, moving through the kingdom it has owned from birth.