i enjoy the jetlag this way around. get up at 6.30, feeling fresh and eager. breakfast with leta. the chilly evening and morning air had made be believe that autumn had already installed itself, but leta tells me there’s a bit of an indian summer in the afternoons. she’s right. the light is so golden and tender.
yet autumn is in the air. the overwhelming thick and sweet smell of blooming flowers and trees that had filled the streets around our house during spring and summer is gone. the air is brisk now. (and what a pleasure to breath in fresh oxygen after more than 14 hours of flying and passing time in airports…)
and then there are the redwoods and the smell of autumn forest. i realize it’s the redwoods that impress me most here, far more than the ocean.
something monastic about coming back in this season. preparing for a period of writing in the quietness and natural beauty of this place. (meaning i’ve put up a number of walls, shutting out the parts of santa cruz i don’t like)