I wake up in the still of the night. I am reminded that in every moment there is both death and birth.
Trina invites me to come out for a visit to where she is house sitting in San Joaquin. I bring Chinese food to enjoy with the soup and the rice Trina has prepared. The conversation flows.
I walk back into town. A long flat walk that takes about an hour.
At Pura Vida, I drink 3 juices and sit with Juan and Galen.
I allow the full moon to magnify my feelings.