In the pale light of the moon, the branches of the large oak look like a vast spider web, interweaving, reflecting white, reaching from other trees, onto the roof, all around. The leaves are dark, only the branches reflect.

Coyotes chased a small dog down the street earlier. As it is a dog which is frequently loose I imagine it knows its way around, though who is to say, apparently the pack was surrounding it, emerging from different sides. I only heard about it, not a noise was made. It was another warm day, though I hear it is cooling down now. I’m not a fan of warm weather, which is odd considering I spent most of my life in an L.A. valley, where 100 degree weather was expected from spring until fall. I suppose I was not made for the area, loving either mountain or beach.

Today did not go as desired, my progress at first diverted by useful errands, then distracted by less useful interests. All I can say is that what I desired is still true, I’ll have to get back at it tomorrow.

Some other interesting thoughts passed through my head tonight… though I’ll wait until tomorrow to wrestle with those. Tonight I feel a bit distant from myself, a bit removed from my own soul. I know why in part, I am not sure why in other ways.

All part of the fun, I suppose. Why, I wonder, does this feel less like a retreat and more like Joseph in prison or David in the caves? I’ve wondered that a while, it just occured to me again today, and that’s the thought I’ll end with.