Baristing: September 12
There were clouds this morning that I did not see, but which nonetheless yielded rain at their breaking. The pavement shows no evidence of this but dirt has a better memory. Mud, maybe. No matter. Things are good and I feel good. The weather looks promising. I could do with a high in the 50s, rather than 70s, but after a couple weeks spent around 100, I won't bitch. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road. The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.