Dinner with Wendy at Sam’s, a fish house on the coast, just before starting my trip north. Outside the window: metal owls.
The owls are speaking to me.
Yeah, we’re just someone’s idea of an owl, they’re saying, turned into a metal image. But dig deeper: behind the image there are real owls, wild and fierce.
The redwoods you’re planning to visit aren’t real. You created them out of your memories. Now go find the real ones. Then come back and create something new.