Summer's vagrant breezes can be found in winter's chilly winds. It was the new desktop calendar that did it. Idly flipping the pages during one spell of endless Southern California rain—when was it?—January? February?—with thoughts of hours, days and months travelling through eternity, scattering beneath my thumb—I began to see myself as a traveler, not just through certain Northern California byways, but drifting cloudlike through the days and months of the coming year like the haiku poets of old.
—from Narrow Roads to the Deep North, by Rebecca Saito
Photo: Mill Creek—Shasta County, 1990
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