26 April 2007. Open sky, and an almost warm morning. First days of May, quiet camphor street, filtered sunlight through branches and leaves. Many years back, having left town before dawn, heading for a cabin in the Sierras... past Sutter's Mill, en route, about this time of day...live oaks, meandering stream. That particular kind of light, before the day's begun. Just now: tiny spider on cool-white wall, dashing along. He stops every few inches for surveillance, then onward again, onward...
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