A hot day. That's OK. If I hated the heat I wouldn't love the Sacramento Valley like I do. I like a hot, dry summer and a cool, wet winter.
There's a lot going on. There's my two on-going poetry reading series. There's the events I attend as poet laureate, another one tomorrow. I am giving a reading in Sacramento this coming Monday. The homeless shelter where I volunteer as a board member is always active. My church is always active. My wife and I are part of an extended family group that I love very much. And then there's all the chores that I put off. Never put off for tomorrow the procrastination you can do today.
And I love all those things. But what do I love best? Simply being. I meditate twice a day, write poems, wander around town. There's a park right across the street from my house. I can watch the light changing against the huge pine trees as the hours pass. There's an owl - at least one. At night, when it's cool I like to go out there and listen for the owl. 2 AM, 3 AM, just whenever I happen to wake up. I see what the clouds and the moon are up to. Then I go back to bed.