On the road

Your humble scribe is doing things in other places for a couple of days, so posting will be light through Sunday evening but don't worry, Jack will keep you company:

"But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek toward the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of "Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do" -- And a bird who was on a crooked branch is suddenly gone without my even hearing him."