The sun wakes up later every morning, and so do I. The first tree in our neighborhood forest has handed over its leaves to their autumn color. Town is still crazy with people; their boats look larger than islands when they chug into the harbor. Yesterday a car accident killed a man, and I thought about my loved ones, and how much I love them. I can’t see it for myself, but the ocean is sicker today than it’s ever been. There never seems enough time to care (adequately) for everything.