Thursday, September 15, 2005
Out the window
The west-facing windows in the office look out over the fig tree out front, the walk below -- if you're standing right by the window -- and bits of the buildings up hill.

Today the windows also look out on a flutter of goldfinches, poking around looking for goodies in the fig tree.

: views from the Hill

Bertold Brecht:   
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.

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