Today i woke before Olive. I started reading Visions and Temptations by Harald Voetmann and I heard the coyotes down on the train embankment. I thought they had vacated. I don't recall my dreams but I saw a video of the doctor in Gaza who stayed in the hospital desperately trying to save lives while Israel bombed the hospital and eventually took him to prison and tortured him, so this was in my mind while I dreamed, and my brother said I looked sad and I was, at my own minor wounds, and the wounds that cannot heal. Sad and grateful I said to my brother, for life, in the midst of hate and destruction, for this transmundane life.