Is fresh and pleasant. Very pleasant. The door to my little room is wide

open. Silence is as sweet as an E minor. I love that chord. Love minor

chords. To tell a sad story. And a Major E to tell a happy story. I love all

chords. At least the five ones I know. Well, six. It hasn’t rained. We

have a drought. Lakes are way down almost to the bottom. Crows and

other winged creatures are thirsty. All animals are thirsty. Coyotes

come at night to the sidewalk. I see them. They are thirsty and hungry.

I have two trays by the gate. By the alley for them. One with food and

one with water. And two cans of tuna for the cats. I hear them in the

middle of the night. Miau…miau…miau…!

Well, the evening is very pleasant, as I was saying. Silence is stunning.

It fills my brain with indescribable sounds. Have no idea how to put

them together. They are beautiful. As sweet notes on a musical

instrument being played by an angel. Oh…sweet Heavens…!

Thank you.

May you have a good night.

EO