I was dreaming of collapsing bridges and falling (and falling, and falling...) when I was rudely interrupted by the infernal racket of a wood chipper doing what wood chippers do. It was right outside my window under the palm trees whose dead leaves the gardeners were feeding it. It wasn't even ten in the morning but I grudgingly conceded defeat-- there was no use pretending I could sleep through the noise, no use hoping I could play the snooze button game today; I got out of bed. The
first mile of my daily commute to work affords me a 30-second, panoramic
view of the beach, and sometimes it surprises me and takes my breath away,
like this morning.
And
at that very moment this song was playing within Theo:
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