In the early morning there is nothing like driving east on Sherman Way in the San Fernando Valley. Not too many drivers on the road the view of the Verdugo mountains are straight ahead. The Verdugos shine with a blue gray hue bringing to mind my youthful wild days. The street is lined with dark green pepper trees blocks of brilliant yellow mustard greens freely enhanced with miles of tall brown yellow wheat weeds What is still left of this wild valley. It is a cool windy day the will-o'-the-wisp goes round and round. Made up of different colored leaves memories that stir within me. Prehistoric blue gray mountain range wild memories inspire feelings I am getting younger not older. Coolness on clothes distance of windy gray sky I feel 13 again.