In a quick, cold and windy walk downtown for a late morning visit to the chiro, I watch the skies as usual. And glance down at the sidewalk beside me to see a small bird hesitate for a second, inches away from my foot, before flitting off, then come upon the local metro transit bus. My doc, now working only part-time, tells me about self-building his new retirement house in the high desert, with windows and decks optimally oriented so that he can watch the sunset, glass of wine in hand, on one side while greeting the sunrise on the other, viewing from window or deck as weather-appropriate.
