Displaced

After two weeks of warm winds and roses on our deck, autumn has finally arrived in San Francisco. Rain. Hooray! I’ve been homesick for the fall in New York – flat light, falling leaves and rain. It was lovely to come home this afternoon to our studio apartment, light a candle and know that the deck was damp and the sky grey. Things are as they should be.

To start us off in this new month, let’s think back to Ken Blackwell who said, “It’s not who casts the votes, it’s who counts the votes.” Oh no wait, that was Stalin. Sorry.