Things look quite calm from this hillside vantage point, high above the beach and pier at San Clemente. Now and then, a train rushes by, filled with passengers headed to parts beyond. Or not so filled with passengers, but faithfully making its appointed rounds, just in case.
Are things always -- or ever -- what they appear on the surface? Are things really as calm as they appear from this view? Who can tell what dramas are playing out, nearby.
The birds that fly past gaze at me knowingly. Perhaps they have flown near windows and observed those dramas unfolding. Better still, maybe they gravitate toward the sounds of happiness, swooping in a for a closer look at the pleasures of time spent at the beach. Picking up the transforming vibes of joys shared among families and friends.
Several small birds land elegantly, then flutter in the bushes behind my head. Will they whisper little secrets of sights they have seen so that I can enhance this birds-eye view? Or will they simply drop some whitewash on my head ...
