So there was a day, less than a week ago, of morning damp, chill sun,

frost,

a last porch lunch,

a last studio visit and then

Bryan, on his way east  [or southeast, really, from Tacoma [the city, not the Toyota]] to go west to San Francisco’s Covid environs for the holidays. We walked to Parker at day’s end, spent a

semi-distanced evening together talking ammo and basketball* and as Solstice dawned

Monday closed up and went our ways, separately.

I followed down the desert and

down the desert

and

on into Doyle, noticing last month’s dry winds had accounted for several more fires in the area.

The dogs were let out, some of whom were not very good about getting back in,

and after Hallelujah Junction we took the back way to Truckee.

Traffic on 80 was stupid and really stupid after Auburn…so to Benicia to unload unpack unwind

unto Collapse.  Tuesday presented a cold dense fog and the Season,

with a cold bright day the next

wherein after lunch a person

was up on the parapet hoping to make things a little more weatherproof

on the inside, where so far not much other progress has been made

as we’ll be dreaming of a Wet Christmas day after tomorrow.

Happy that or the Holidays of your choices, regardless…

*I know next to nothing about either but he does.