aimless wandering

I could be stranged out by the events of the past few days. A hike up to the Hollywood sign. I jumped the fence and stood in front the the big H, looking over a reservoir having a conversation with the wind King Crimson style. I walked the length of the big letters, watched a hawk play slingshot with the wind and then shoot down into Hollywood like a hot blast of wind running down the mountain, Alan Ginsberg style (or was it Ezra Pound?). Coffee morning at Santa Monica beach, breathing the cold air, watching the sea, listening to surfers set up. Gummies, bacon and eggs. Aimless driving in my convertible. A visit to playa del ray. Irritation. Unsettled. Anxiety. It could be weird if I reacted to it or thought about it, so I just decided that regardless of how I might think, I'm going to accept it and continue wandering.