Woke early all weekend, lured by a strange confluence of light. Sunrise in the east, moonset in the west, the light hot and cold, combustible and quenching, filling the house like sound.

Here's the view from the roof at 5:55 this morning (surf crashing, Southwest Airlines flight on approach to LAX, hawk hunting, being hunted by fierce crows, orange cat lounging on a neighbor's roof, rising scents of sage and mist and coffee, huge new spider web in the trumpet vine, and oh! there's the spider, big as a gumdrop, bathed in sun and moon but oblivious to all save the dawn-blind moth now headed for her web.)