Listening to "I Am a Bird Now" by Antony & the Johnsons at a friend's apartment. Holy shit, so incredibly beautiful. I am completely blown away. This is my new favourite.
Enjoying the view while lounging on a tar roof in comfy camping chairs eating finger foods purchased at the farmer's market earlier that day. People who live in suburban houses don't know what they're missing.
Today I sat in the middle of a patch of thousands of tiny flowers with the late day light casting a spotlight on them just so. Today I saw two hawks riding the wind scoping for food, orioles flying from one blossomy tree to another, a heron, three dead racoons, one living racoon that should have been alseep, numerous birds, a daring chickadee that wanted to eat from our hands, chipmunks, squirrels (when don't I see them?), a male and female cardinal at the same time (that never happens!), and all kinds of plants many I know and some newly discovered.
Those who say there is no nature in the city aren't looking. Their loss.
I am nearly done reading "Factotum" by Charles Bukowski. I said I would never read another book by him. I said I was so over it already. I still sort-of am but I will say that he is the king of complex simplicity. I appreciate that even if the heroic alcoholism and the women do not appeal.