It started last night. I turned out the lights to go to bed then had to stand by the window for a while. One barred owl called, then another, then two, then the lot of them. It sounded like about 5 or 6, maybe more. I've heard one or two at a time, but not that many. Maybe the full moon meant good hunting.

Today, I went to the beach - something I haven't done for a few years. I walked barefoot in the surf and found a large hunk of black quartz. Some days are just about perfect.