My friend Bobbi, by way of another friend, Ginny, send along this poem by one of our mutually favorite poets, Edna St. Vincent Millay.  I determined when I got it today that I would go out “when the lights begin to show/ up from the town” and take a picture of San Diego’s Mission Valley where I live.  

Afternoon on a Hill

I will be the gladdest thing

Under the sun!

I will touch a hundred flowers

And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds

With quiet eyes

Watch the wind bow down the grass,

And the grass rise.

And when the lights begin to show

Up from the town,

I will mark which must be mine

And then start down."