It's funny how things seem to slow down. You step outside when the wind's died down, the sun actually hot like it only ever is in May and September here (with a few exceptions), and everything feels less urgent. The cars seem to drift through intersections at a new pace. The tourists are happy to find California just as it should be. And even though the world has always been brutal, the air electric and sharp, and there has been much to mourn for as long as mournful creatures have roamed the earth, you can take it today. You'll be glad when the wind picks back up and it's time for wine. And know the trees are soaking it all in too.