Big Sur yesterday. Fog, wind, birds. Cliffs, rocks, cold green water, birds. Every time I see a bird now, I think, “You are not covered in oil. The water you dive into is not covered in a burning sheen. Lucky birds.” Well, they capped the well. Can’t get the tarred birds out of my head. The teeming, nesting skimmers whose fledglings launched into that stinging water. Thank god for the unpoisoned places.