January 30, 2016
Nothing is without meaning, as though the opposite were ever true, but now the meaning of each thing is funneled into one of three categories: things I'd miss, things I wouldn't miss, neutral things. Finding the private little public place on the water today was in the first category. Where once there was a house? undeveloped brush? there is now a steep graveled path down to the water, with a picnic table under a big madrona, and flat-topped boulders for sitting and watching the waves and the clouds and the gulls, so tiny next to the bald-headed eagles.