Spider in a Tree

Hello from high up above—Chicago? Lake Michigan? That sounds about right, given when we're landing. I think I might have been a little more resistant to leaving California if it hadn’t been such a clear, bright morning. All that golden-ness after five successive days of moody sky. Even the hillsides out the airport window seemed to vibrate and green. It’s probably going to be weird to be back in the dim freeze box of New York for the next four days, but there are errands to take care of, and a meeting later in the week. Till I land, I have the manuscript of Susan Stinson’s visionary novel, Spider in a Tree, to keep me company. Talk about golden. Talk about light-drenched sentences....

Another shot of Pescadero from yesterday. After some rain, the sun came out, and at once the side of that building seemed to soak it in.