This January in which the movers arrive...tomorrow and sweep through the house like a plague of locusts. Let us pray to all that's good and holy that they don't pack up the cats!
This January when I take leave of my senses, take leave of Foster City, and drive 1,800 miles East.
This January.
My small stone for today was:
The moon, bright, white, shines down on a lake made blue and rose in the dawn of a new year.
It may be found in the comments on this post.
I shall miss the lake. And friends. And the Bay Area. And Silicon Valley. And the San Francisco Symphony. And San Francisco itself.
Let I look forward to the Midwest. To other friends who've become dear over the past 19 years. To Kansas City that I've watched change in glimpses every Christmas over the same near-two decades.
And maybe, who knows, I may become part of Silicon Prairie now that Google is busy wiring the place with fiber. And yes, they've (whoever "they" may be) begun calling a portion of the Midwest "Silicon Prairie."
