call me a rube, yokel, or bumpkin,
but i get a kick out of watching leaves
fall from trees--it's the kind of
thing you only ever read about in books!
some leaves find their way to the river,
to sea. this here is Dry Creek
and it only started running 3 days ago.
this morning we saw salmon
the northwest sun is weirdly penetrating, and
though the water was 50F i never felt cold as i
tromped and splashed in the shallows, feeling the
gentle push of outflowing current. the wetsuit helped.