I walked along the ocean in the early\nmorning. The ocean rolled flat, green, almost silent. Above me,\ntraffic motored up and down Highway 10, mostly trucks and log trucks\ntransporting goods and dead trees. Why we’re still clearcutting in\nthis state is beyond me. It’s an ecological obscenity perpetrated\nagainst our watersheds, which of course, is ourselves. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here and there a large rain drop fell,\nhitting me on the face and hands. It is a unique sensation to feel a\nsingle fat rain drop make first physical contact with one’s being. I\nlike it a lot. It is the feeling of being alive and present. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I walked, I thought about the\nvarious literary projects I want to execute the rest of this year and\nin 2020. There is much to do but I have some excellent new\ncollaborators to help me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A noise shattered my concentration. I\nheard someone above me. I looked up to the highway and saw a man,\nthin, somewhat young in appearance, some 150 feet away, screaming to\nthe sky. Or was it a conversation? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t make\nout the words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He carried no gear. He stopped and\nclimbed over the guardrail and onto some rock fill that supported the\nhighway. He knelt down and began sorting through the rocks. It made\nno sense but it’s starting to make more sense to me every time I\nwitness such a thing, and that’s at least once or twice a day. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What is his story? I thought. Did he\nneed help? Should I try and render assistance? What might that\nentail? \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here we were, just past dawn, a young\nman was in distress, perhaps of their own doing, or not, and I didn’t\nknow what to do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I watched him sort rocks for ten\nminutes. Then I found the trail for home. I walked within 50 feet of\nhim and he didn’t notice me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These stories keep coming at me. I seem\nto walk into them every morning. I’m not really doing anything with\nthese stories except writing them up in a superficial manner. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I must find a way to tell this story. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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