The sun rose without being seen.  The smoke from the fires and the morning Bay area fog have married to blot out our warmth.  The past month, two months, have been surrealistic, like something a grand daughter of Dante' might paint. 

The truth I've found lately comes through the twinkle of one's eyes and the warmth of one's smile.  The spirit of the people have taken over the radiance of our sun for a short time, rendering the wall that seperates us impotent.  If the sun cannot reach us, we will reach the sun.  Be blessed as you provide warmth for others and recieve their warmth in return.  Amen.