Good Morning!

I look out on wood smoke.  There was some rain in the night and huge drops hang from the branches and leaves on the trees.

There are two eyes of blue amidst the gray face of the clouds.   Ah, now, they move slowly and gently away.

It is Martin Luther King day.  I love this day. I feel such peace.  


I add an evening entry after reading about the debates.  I see no reason for attacks.  I am disappointed.