Random Thoughts on a Sunday Morning

It's 7:30 in the morning. As is not uncommon on a July morning on the Central Coast, it's foggy. No doubt it will burn off by 9:00 or 10:00, but for the moment the scene is full of wisps of vapor blowing through the surrounding hills. The sky is gray and the ceiling low. It's moody and quite lovely in its own way.

I'm reflecting on the circumstances of the last year that brought me to California. It involves a plan not of my own making. All I did is follow in the direction in which I was pushed and follow the light that was provided. The way was not all clear to me, and perhaps that is why the fog has brought this to mind.