Each morning I rise and after a time come to this window that looks out on the ridge, rising bushes and a redwood tree.  The branches were pruned to a foot above deck level a couple of months ago but now rise higher and higher each day, light green new sprouts delicate in this soft, morning fog light.  I know there’s a heat wave elsewhere but here it’s summer Bay area cool and my eyes dance in the lightness of ever-changing and nourishing light.