We know each time the coin is tossed the odds are 50-50 for heads or tails.
I am surprised to feel so struck by the death of Elizabeth Edwards. We work so hard to save a life, or at least a life of one of us, we Americans who have health insurance and live in the right state, and yet, there comes a time when something lets go. She was 61. I am 61. It shouldn't mean anything to me and yet it does. Life here is short and endearingly precious.
The sky was red tonight and I thought of the old saying:
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning.”
Rain is predicted for late tonight and tomorrow. I'm betting on the weather report over the proverb.
I drove down the coast today to Pescadero, and then, inland. I shared a perfect day with good friends and came home to the news of Ms. Edwards. I bow my head. Each moment - a gathering and letting go.