I'm sitting at autumn's round table. Just by moving an inch or two to the right or to the left, I can be in the sun or the shade in an instant. There will be real darkness too, coming earlier this evening than it did a day ago. The landscape is plastered over by impermanence, it looks good, like it's meant to look this way. Most people living in the houses out there live pretty good lives, I'm sure; by this I mean they don't want any more than they have, even though they might not call themselves happy. The light's righteous, becomes more so moment by moment. At 6 PM the bells ring at the big church on Geary. If I stepped outside right now and threw a baseball up into the sky I'm not sure I could see it coming down.