A noon walk through the eucalyptus forest across the road from where I work, then down to the edge of the ocean. I often come to park myself for a few moments on the bottom rung of a ladder on the front of a lifeguard stand. In winter the stand, which is quite large and heavy, is dragged back a hundred yards or so from the water, presumably so that it does not get washed away. The air today is crisp. Most walkers wear coats and pull the collars up around their necks. Even Hawaii, my daughter tells me, has dipped down to sixty degrees at night.
I recall that my mother-in-law died a year ago yesterday. Daughter R. said that she had a dream the night before last that grandma appeared to her in a white robe and told her that everything is just fine where she is now. Daughter R. was not cognizant of that day being the one-year anniversary of grandma’s death. The experience of living is so sprinkled with coincidences and intuitive abilities! About the time I become bored with life and think of it as all so predictable, an event like this one occurs. The surface is calm, with whales swimming below.