Today about a dozen crows fly into the sky and circle in the wind eddies, like the ocean. It is a sky ocean, my nickname since the sky is like a great sea, turbulent and rippling. The invisible water is where the crows swim above me.

This wind takes off the roof we made for a cabana and takes my favorite pair of white underwear off onto the neighbor's horse's ears. I don't know that for sure but would like to imagine something funny happening with my underwear. If I would let half the things bother me go with the wind, just float up and away, I would be clear and moving like the sky and the heavens.

Last night I laid outside and watched the stars, the comet, the Milky Way, with Orion's belt poised for a little while in the night sky. The vastness of the stars comforts me more than the unlimited streets and roads upon the land. I don't feel lost looking into the sky, but the world around me and all the people give me another feeling. Many times I can be in a crowd and find comfort, but it is the sky that I rest in the best. It is the sky that shows me something of the nature of the human spirit. I sat by the river a little later and a small gray striped cat was intensely looking at something in the river. He did not see me, and then darted away. Such a wild cat, and I loved his focus.