December 12th, 2011

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Dawn here in Pedro is spectacular. We're on a peninsula, surrounded by the Pacific Ocean to the west and south, and LA Harbor to the East; only to the north and northeast is there land. Dawn is all pinks and aquamarines and silvers and pale fine blues.

The sun is not actually *up* yet; this is all secondary reflections, mostly off the Bay.

Which is remarkably appropriate to my early-morning thinking.

Though I now forget why; that was written on Thursday and it's now Monday, even if Monday oh-dark-30. So I'll send it off now, before I forget again.

An abaondoned thread:

We need to celebrate the joy of life; part of what made the protests of the 1920's and '30's successful was thousands of people being carted away to jail, *singing*. I need to become at least *some* level of bard (tho' for those of you listening in RPG terms, I'm aiming at a multi-classed Wizard/Cleric/Ranger/Bard)