Fog sits on the ridge.
Yesterday I saw a hummingbird hovering amongst branches of a tree. A closer look revealed her tiny nest. I assured her I meant no harm and walked on.
I saw five baby goats snuggling together at Slide Ranch. The two mothers stood nearby watching. Two months ago one birthed twins and the other triplets, but the little ones cuddled as one.
There are places of peace. Watching children with goats is one of these.
Overseeing the ocean is another.
My brother passed fifty-two days ago and I find ease.