After Scott and I enjoyed watching the sky on the beach together, I planted  lavender in my plot at the community gardens.  I had a moment that night, as I watched the fire consume the twelve used burlap potato sacks (creating ash for my compost), that was as clear and pure as any I’ve ever experienced.  The sky was devoid of clouds and smog, so the stars were piercing through the light pollution, and the moon hung in a lowering crescent.  The wind swept through the gardens, bringing with it scents of earth and green plants and whiffs of manure.  A focused life has its pleasures.