Oh! And a random thought from 4:30 a.m.:
In a land of extremes, finding balance is almost impossible.
In other words, in summer the sun is relentless, even if the air is still quite cold. In winter the moon is heavy and bloated, so beautiful it creaks. The sanctuaries you seek and were born into are 4,000 miles away. Musty old buildings, crepe myrtles, camping in the heat under moonlight and stars. Things that balanced you out are gone, and you're too tired and awestruck to try and find your own smooth ledges.
But that's enough angst. It's beautiful today. Xander's foot is mainly better. I can't quite shake the sleep off yet, but it will lift soon.