By the first,
frosty light --
make the way down
80 in increased brightness,
right
at
37,
over
the
foggy
bottoms
near Sears Point,
on
Petaluma Plain.
past
Red Barn,
in view of
Mt. Burdell and
Big Rock Ridge,
left at 101...
rendezvousing at
Carolyn's with Crystal,
for our second seasonal walk,
lingering at Crestwood Rock,
then
through the
Terra Linda /
Sleepy Hollow /
Open Space
Divide to
Plateau Hill,
where we stand for well nigh an hour in the chill,
continuing to chat about life, the Universe, and Harvard --
long enough that, as on a distant orb, one side is hot, the other cold.
Turning
about
for
the
reversal
of the journey,
we wind up again at the pancake spot (several patterns here) for even more discourse,
and once more about five hours fly by in toto.
The whirlwind continues homeward
through
Sonoma
and
Solano (field and
fountain,
moor
and
mountain),
briefly to yonder medical center --
oh then to Harriet, the wonder of finishing up a run of documentaries with Werner Herzog's Wheel of Time, while sketching Double Piano Concerto: III, 27.
