A Field of…

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I got out of my car yesterday and faced it, not by choice–it was simply there, bare land in the city on a blistering hot day. I lingered briefly, after all I had a chess match to play in an air conditioned building, the only structure in this field of a developer’s dreams. Real estate politics were at play. No progress was winning. The promised self-contained community was still on paper, save for a few California poppies stuck in the brush.  Mate!

Lucky Me…

Lucky Me

A ceramic “note” has been hanging on our brick wall for seven years or so. I’ve never really paid attention to “Lucky Me” until this morning. The sunrise coming from a skylight struck the “note” in dramatic fashion for a few minutes. Yes, the sunlight, as it should, drifted south, sending “Lucky Me” into obscurity. But for a moment I considered the message. Good fortune is fleeting and I am thankful for having it and for understanding the conditions. In 24 hours the sunlight will return and I may or may not see it strike “Lucky Me.” No matter, I appreciate the reminder.