This morning: Some little chirpers right outside my bedroom window, singing their heads off. Overhead, the deeper honks—of overhead geese?—and the ubiquitous urban crows. And a woodpecker offers rapid percussion. A look out the window, and one might glimpse a bushy squirrel with an acorn it its mouth. (And at night, Mr. Opossum and the well-dressed local Raccoon family make their stealth appearances). So much life abounding, triumphing over every other care or concern. And a short distance from here, the ocean quietly roars, its cool breeze stirring the morning awake. How much to love.